Time folds on itself
and I see myself twenty years from now
looking at me today.
Nothing much changes around.
Older, I see my despair at being better.
Older, I see my attempt at success.
Older, I see I should've paid more attention
at what I had.
Time seeps through my fingers like sand
but nature is constant in its wisdom.
Older, I see that time is meaningless.
Older, I see it so clearer.
Older, I see.