It's likely that I'm moving forward,
But things do not seem as they do.
My mind stays the same as I grow old,
My body enjoins that I move.
There's noone who did not want spare time
To think through their plans on their life.
To check all their possible airtime -
That time they could act as alive.
As they do I also want more than
I already have in my mind,
But we can't demand living further
When nature demands that we die.