Shadows dance when light flutters
Colour is either black or white.
Time is nigh, the breeze mutters,
Seize the chance when it exists.

Cogwheels of this world turn all day,
Not a wink of sleep, even at night.
Present is sprinting towards future, away,
The past, already a forgotten knight.

Always in a race, sweating blood
Alas, not a moment to spare.
All this work to reach sweet, beloved-
rest, to breathe, to be, we swear.

We are the...