The wine bottle dries,

the drops leave its recipient one by one.

The content that once stained all matter,

now slowly and silently fade away.

The once sweet and delightful taste,

has turned into a sour, bitter and worthless,

leftover in which the desperate soul feeds upon.

But such as everything in life,

the time has taken away the joy of being,

the experience has replaced the happy discovery,

and the knowledge swapped beautiful doubt into boring confidence.

In no time,

all the life,

will be summed by the carnal needs,

on which the universe feeds.

Once all the happiness and passion leave,

there will be nothing but the hate,

depression and sadness on which we live.

TIME FLIES,

Adrian Gabardo.