Moments are passing by, empty or bleak.
They are never as we wish.
Nobody’s day follows a beaten path.
Colorless and wasted, lost in helplessness,
And in every moment….
Think about this - life is passing, running out,
So what am I waiting for?
Though nothing abides.

Grażyna Chrostowska, “Moments" translated by Jarek Gajewski (via ophelia sings)