the cart of life is rushing on,
irresistible begone,
out of control,
wobbling on the street of time,
rocked by its heavy cobble,
as it ran so fast,
absolutely unstopable,
i can only cling to me fast,
for not to fall off,
for not to get lost,
in to the past,
to take back the reins,
i have to let loose,
myself.
