Life is ending little by little

Life ends little by little

Sand by sand, dropping down from an hourglass

With little attention, doing things over and over,

Ending and starting again and again,

Days enter into nights and nights overcome days again,

With little thought to it, we tread the way towards the end of the line.

She sips wine, thinking, musing, obsessed with life,

He takes a deep drag from a cigar, observing the patterns of the smoke in the semi-dark room,

Smash it with a speeding blow, crush the fire under feet!

Far away in another city, a man closes his office door,

A woman waits for a taxi at the stand,

A man roam aimlessly,

A vulture tries to find his hunt, flying over bare carcasses.

And a child sobs, at the other end of his house,

Waiting for his mother to arrive from work,

A father fails to fulfill his daughter's dream

of buying her a red doll.

With a little zoom into another city,

A car stands at the entrance of a mansion,

A cleaner mop the tiles on the third floor,

A chap cooks the trivial things,

That has no taste.

Life is ending little by little,

At the far end of another city, a priest is calling

People to do goods and to abstain from evil,

with greed in his eyes, searching pockets,

And lust in his words, passions, and sight

that searches a woman's back.

Life is ending little by little,

A madman sings, crossing the road, passing by a courtroom.

A judge break the nip of his pen, a lawyer laughs,

A victim fears, everything turns dark in front of his eyes.

Life is ending little by little,

A madman sings,

Sitting on the high cliff,

Looking at the setting sun,

Vanishing into the vastness of an ocean.