"Time”
Author: Tomasz Sokolowski
Translated by J. Szajkowska, P. Szajkowski
And there he is again in my head
whispering these strange words constantly
at last he states where and when
what will happen
who will fall
on the ground
as the last
day passes by...
Mirror reflects just destruction
Windows frame imprisoned faces looking here
My hands ache
And there's madness in my eyes
Oh, yes!
It's only time
It's only I
Time!
In cold rain, through solid concrete, onward, without resting
Through thick night
Through cables and wastes, through shopping displays, underground passages
some puddles, bus stops, clockwork marshes
Onward
seconds just passing by
'Hurry, hurry', says the voice
'Don't look back, don't look into the future'
'Faster, you're almost there'
'Trust me...'
'Go!'
Here's the edge but there comes order to move forward
'Don't think of it!', it screams
And I see a dark room
And eyes
Her pale face
It's only time
It's only I
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