Sometimes
Life seems to stand still
And time to rush on
The days extend to infinity
But nothing gets done
Sometimes
Life seems to be passing by
And time monotonously slow
The nights spent tossing restlessly
And the dreams are worrisome
Sometimes
Life is a mass of contradictions
And time a cruel hammer
Mornings and evenings are painful
They lack the necessary colour
However
Nothing is fixed
Nothing is transient
And while things change
They also remain the same.