Time was impervious to me
Could I have done charity
Or felt plain solidarity
Maybe it would've been okay
Maybe then I could say
I was alive
That I was me
But I stood on sidelines
Emotionally - devotionally
And felt nothing but the guidelines
Drowning me with how and why
I was supposed to live
I was supposed to give
I was supposed at least to try
Time was impervious to me
Flew past without noticing
No wave no smile
Not even protesting
That I did no more want to be
Than time was likely to stop and see
Why it had lost me in the first place
It just went on with steady pace
Into space
-Naturally
