As I walked past dim lights
I overheard their feminine conversation
'Our beauty has faded in the nights
Now we should crawl out of illusion'
My heaving trunk paused
Their striking words caused
An alarm in my inquisitive mind
Fortunately never intoxicated by wine
I turned to them with eagerness
Like a curious child having not yet experienced emptiness
Wondering with amazement
If the aeroplane can touch the pavement
As I was about to utter the first word
The lights died, like cut off by a sword
This was a lesson to me
That the material body can never reach eternity