Do you hear the fleeting 'Time'? Its chariot ceaselessly , giving rise to new impulses every moment? It gives rise to the first cry of a child from a mother's womb As if a nascent star, exploding into life from the deepest of cosmic darkness. My Friend, that same fleeting time, today grasps me in its tentacles, and draws me upon itself, towards a journey undefined far far further away from you . . . As if, the light of dusk today gradually melts into darkness; Having lost my identities along the trail I fade away into the distance. My Friend, . . . Farewell!