With the message of our prime
We feel ourselves very strong.
Again with the passage of time
We find ourselves to be wrong.
It's the mistakes of lifelong
That makes every life moving.
From the hermit to the throng
All of us think we are improving.
But it's the body that grows up
Only on right time to decay.
It's time that timely shows up
To make us realize our delay.
Thus life goes on birth after birth
Seeming deaths put it on pause.
But our perfect soul has no dearth
It's free from time, space and cause.