Waiting for a train,
I am thinking about nothing in particular
when ...
- "Excuse please.
Can you tell me?
What is Time?"

Time, that invisible dimension
in which we live
and grow
and die,
which goes relentlessly forward
and never back.
(Words move, music moves
only in Time, but that which is only living
can only die.)
Time, in which the future advances,
oh, so slowly
as you await the arrival
of the beloved,
and in which, as you grow older,
the past recedes
mercilessly faster
(Or say that the end precedes the beginning,
and the end and the beginning were always there
before the beginning and after the end).
Time, which rules
the natural world.
(The time of the seasons and the constellations,
the time of milking and the time of harvest).

Time, in which each observer is in a different moment,
according to where in the universe
you are standing,
and how fast
you are travelling through it.
(You are not the same people who left that station
or will arrive at any terminus ...)

- "Excuse please.
What is Time?"
Can I place that accent?
Ah yes, Russian...
No definite article in Russian,
no word for "the".

- Sorry, I was daydreaming.
It's half past two.