A Fading Like Time Itself. Poem by Jethro Kisakye Mark

While the night is dark, the day is darker
Horror seems pleasant, solace seems sad
Time, dearest time, what are you?
A companion of agony or joy?

No space, no ache. But we have spaces
Where there's a space, there's a wound
Where there's a wound, there's a pain
Where there's a pain, there's a life!

Wonder oh Mr wonder, tell me how you wander?
Cause we wonderfully think[that] you often wonder
How we wander through all these spaces
We are just passers by, carrying life as a pain!