Eternity is unattainable for people We may fear no death But lose our vital shine In front of impermeable face of time
It gathers cosmic dust and piles With it blazing circuses of stars Like a cold curious child Throwing a sand in fire
But time is not curious It just does its job Taking a payment for pleasure Carefully and cautiously Like a experienced master of Cruel and generous trade
It takes away their youthful energy Turning them to a tiny particles Which are to give a life To forthcoming generations
Fate is benevolent only for stars Presenting to them short old age But stars die as well Turning to black withered mummy