Nobody's. It's the passing time.
Some ways intersect themselves into the immensity.
Everybody takes the other one away,
something always remains.
They hurled you together, one day,
you warmed each other, fused and then cooled.
You were to yourselves your son. But each half
separates now,
a new person.
Everybody moves towards his little destiny.
Life is Change. Every I looks for a You.
Everybody searches for his future. And goes as a lame,
drawn by the will, with neither reason nor greeting
to a far away place.