fading beauty … fading youth .. the battle against time ..
would time become our friend? or could we win him instead? it’s our call ..
maybe we would become time himself!
how many years have passed without adding something real to this life ..
time extracts from us to allow us add something ..
replaces our youth with our choices …
but it will keep extracting … our task is to fill the empty space before we leave the orbit of time empty ..
leaving something for those who come after to continue ..
i’d rather become extracted from outside than to become extracted inside ..
to be continued or changed….