I'm this man who's looking through the window of past watching the life's hourglass passing by slowly as his own ultimatum this is is my life and it's ending one minute at a time

Among the ruins of my memory- untidy films slide slide like the seasons- leaving blank pages... In my life book the revelation of my truth- chaptered life in my mind

Fragments of immortal moments scattered in time as frozen memories

I'm this man who's floating in the ocean of memories breathing the scent of his remnants- scraps of one existence lying in his mind this is my life and time's running out

What's the signification of this frieze of events- this personal chronology we call life ?

(we all want to leave a trace of our passage
We all want to create a connection with the future- we all search for recognition
We all want to discover the meaning of life before our transition towards the beyond)

I'm this man who's travelling in time by mind door haunted by regrets- tormented with remorse this is my life and it's ending one minute at a time

When time elapses the taste of life is so bitter on my lips
From the past to the future - from the memory to the projection when time elapses
A near past- a sad present- a non-existent future a withered life