By William Markiewicz
While chasing the thief of time
Discover your small field of freedom!
Is it God
is it black matter
Or is it something in me
That steals my time?
Being invisible, black matter leaves chemistry and enters alchemy
In our existence we have unlimited time to use or to lose
Chasing the thief of time
I fell on the thief of life
And I found myself in time's trap
On the territory of death
From the dark country of life
To the dark country of death
I detached myself from life and found myself in orbit in the universe where I turn like the moon.