25 April 2012
Beat, beat goes the drum, to the beat of your heart, your rushing heart. Your old heart, still rushing as it was the day it started. Boom, boom goes the tiresome melody of time. Your time rushes. The young boy, still trying to stay ahead of the pack, as much as ever. Knock, knock as age knocks on the door again, not welcome anymore.
Panicking, as the knocking on the door goes on. Knock, knock! Are you there? Not welcome anymore.
Age • Opuss № I