A second.

Time that cannot be accelerated or delayed.

Imagine
When morning comes, without the sun
When evening comes, without dusk
When night falls, without the moon and stars.

If I ponder deeply
It might feel
A spooky atmosphere, it will support the cells in my brain.

But this is a metaphor, to be conveyed
To you
And you
And also you
Even if some disagree
However, let it be
Just respond with a smile.

That all of you
Are my sun
Are my sunset
Are my moon and stars
And you have the right to reject that perception.

But, in truth
All of you
Are like the sun that adorns the tranquility of my morning
Like the dusk teaching wisdom in my evening
Like the moon and stars dispelling the darkness in my life.

I wander
Like the journey of an ancient, foolish traveler
From the wilderness
With unknown origins.

Walking barefoot
Along the muddy path
Crossing the expanse of sharp, hot gravel
Until entering the alley with towering buildings
With the boisterous laughter of people who always maintain their dignity.

Although, I must accept with sincerity
Cripping full of curses
As well as mockery and sarcasm
Like a beautiful gift that tests my patience
And increasingly challenging in turn
Yet, I keep walking
And walking
While carving out my mark
Even though my notes
Are not as beautiful as those of poets
To spread the scent of serenity
And fragments of truth
However, without any intention of arrogance
Or expecting any praise
Because I exist and am present without coercion.

If every rhetorical word
Becomes an ornament to your reading
And you find it meaningful
Take that meaning, for yourself
If you like it
I feel happy
That is the only value of expression
A form of satisfaction for me
Nothing else.

You don't need to know
And indeed, you don't need to know
How the reality of wandering atmosphere
How imagination is stirred into the illusion of prose
How the cracks of empty space are illuminated by charm
Until the ocean shivers, rejecting every word.

But what I must admit is
About the unstoppable trembling of my heart
I must spill it
That all of you
Are very special to me
Present, providing perfection
Like a holy lantern
Fixing every space of my weakness
Sometimes with a different dimension
I can only say I like you.

How cowardly I am
If I don't convey
Truly, eternity belongs to no one.

Someday
Tomorrow or the day after
I will feel so empty
Missing the morning sun
Missing the afternoon and twilight
Missing the moon and stars
Because I will surely be gone
And lost in time.

This is the right time
I remember everything
A nostalgia that has happened
Wandering with you
With all of you, it's truly amazing.

And feel
About the moment of separation that comes silently
No need to be picked up
Cannot be delayed
It will definitely happen
Where the time of "nothingness" comes
And always waiting for me
The spirit will return to face the Creator
One day
Forgive everything.