Tempus fugit

[lordpat]

Why does happines only live in our memories?
Nostalgia, life, calm, everything
pain is present and future,
pain is all we feel,
pain is life itself,
is what we live and we'll live.

Why does happines only exist in our minds?
What is life if I notice only the wrong?
Punishment? Probably.
Suffering? Arguably.
Is it good to be old?
Is it good to remember and only remember,
if most we remember is the good?

Why does happiness appears when we don't have it anymore?
every happy moment, we keep it for ourselves,
we forget about it in two minutes,
and we remember it way too late.

Life is time.
Time goes on.
On is off.
Off course is our life.
Is it right?
Right and left are the same?
Same is wrong, and wrong is same?
Time does make us a little crazy,
we write nonsense affair,
fairly stupid, I say.

Someday a black figure will knock our door,
and then, and only then,
we'll realize how happy we were.
Yet the time escapes,
Tempus fugit.

Inspired in "Eternas susceciones de difunto" from Quevedo.
NOTE: If you find any grammar/spelling mistake, please tell me, is the only way to improve my writting in English.