Once he’s out of the way, the world can be over?
Let the grass growing between my toes endear me to the day, all that was fresh and new – so long ago lost – will re-become as it once was?
To sit and let the time pass? To wait as it marches slowly by?

Time is my wind, my sail, my hull in the worlds water – its work is endless.
Time is my friend in days, and bitter enemy in ages.
Time is my sage regret, and burden for the moment.
No, take its outstretched hand and walk where it leads you, ever and forever moving on!