PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

In everything I was late,

I always arrived after the end,

I missed the chances, the moments,

I let life run without me.

I hope that death,

With its inevitable shadow,

Will decree the same fate,

And approach, slow and uncertain,

Like everything that slipped away in life.

May it be tardy, as I was in everything,

So that I might, at last,

Find the time I lost,

On the shores of what I never lived.

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