How long has it been?
How long have I been?
How long has here been?
How much longer will it be?

My memory fails me, and I betray it.
So much time has gone, will be gone, and continues to be gone.
The rain, sun, and snow fade into night and day.
The seasons are always the same.

I used to be so strong and bold.
I thought of myself to be able to be both warm and cold.
But time has broken my strength and shied my boldness.
My warn and cold has made me weak, no paradox can continue to exist.

I once was this great rock who broke off from this greater mountain.
But with time, the world around me, and the world within me.
I became just a stone and some patches of dirt.
It took some time but here I am close to nothing.
I should have valued more the former I, the world around, and my strong and bold.