hear you child,

the toll of the bell —

the midnight of your life strikes,

and you are called —

do you lay,

tossing and turning?

do you sleep, 

ignoring the yearning?

your spirit cries!

feel you its burning —

destiny will not wait,

no,

the clock keeps turning.

up you go.

what will you do with this life?

it’s now or never.

rich men and poor men alike

live equal

in the economy of the universe

where the only currency

is time.

how will you invest yours?