In the beginning, Man knew infinity.
Man lived to know a peak in his prime.
To return to youth lived to be an uphill climb.
In wearing bones, Man knew the loss of levity.
Breath was lent to be robbed in the spirit of brevity.
Narrow spans exist in the breadth of time.
Man went without knowing the reason to rhyme.
Man went forth in question of eternity.

Man asks — What is our moment to time?
Does it have its sway?
Man repeats — what is our moment to time?
Is it more colour or gray?
Man begs — What is our moment to time?
“To time do we lend and take away.”