Time flies like the birds of the sky.
So do we in the sky of our time.
Fleeting moments of joy are the treasures,
That keep us going in this hunt.
A dip, quick and firm
In the waters of calm and beauty
Are enough to keep the wings fluttering
Till the heart stops mid air and you gasp for breath.
Then you fall.
It's the fall you were born to fall.
That final fall will bring you the heights of your glory.
The height of your fall is the joy of your soon begone life.
Longer the fall, greater the joy.
So, if you are still alive,
And if you are not yet a bird,
Discover your wings and learn to fly.
If you are a bird and if you're flying low,
Find your speed and learn to fly high.
If you are flying high as if there is no end,
Get ready to end it all and fall free through the maze.
For, life is short,
And time flies like the birds of the sky.
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