[00:00.13]Those that have gone have gone for good,
[00:02.73]those to come keep coming;
[00:05.04]yet in between,
[00:06.62]how swift is the shift,
[00:08.62]in such a rush?
[00:10.00]When I get up in the morning,
[00:11.22]the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs.
[00:16.14]The sun has feet,
[00:17.67]look, he is treading on,
[00:19.34]lightly and furtively;
[00:20.77]and I am caught,
[00:21.88]blankly, in his revolution.
[00:23.25]Thus -
[00:24.45]The day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands,
[00:27.14]wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal,
[00:29.85]and passes away before my day-dreaming gaze as I reflect in silence.
[00:32.97]I can feel his haste now,
[00:36.95]so I reach out my hands to hold him back,
[00:39.54]but he keeps flowing past out my withholding hands.
[00:41.99]In the evening,
[00:43.02]as I lie in bed,
[00:44.05]he strides over my body,
[00:45.66]glides past my feet,
[00:47.18]in his agile way.
[00:48.61]The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again,
[00:51.21]one whole day has gone.
[00:53.38]I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh.