Time and Soul

In the stream of days like in a rushing river,
I am drowning, unable to stop my fall.
And time, like a sharp blade in a warrior's quiver,
Prepares to cut through my soul after all.

But I'm not afraid of this eternal game,
Where every moment is a new harbor found.
And in this struggle, between dreams and flame,
I've been seeking truth that cannot be unbound.

In sleepless nights, in silence deep and wide,
Thoughts are born like stars in the midnight sky.
And time, like an ancient prophet by my side,
Whispers secrets of the future passing by.

I feel the bond with eternity entire,
With the force that moves the worlds above.
Though I'm but a speck in destiny's desire,
My heart holds all the earth's celestial love.

In the dance with time, in fate's embrace so wide,
I find my path and harbor true.
And though I don't know what lies on the other side,
I know that the soul will never pass through.