The golden chariot is racing forth,

Carrying away my scurfy dreams,

Up to the blue sky, past the white clouds

To the end of the destiny, where I build my castle

Where all fantasies meet their tavern ends,

Where the past won’t apologize; present won’t call for moderation,

And quite no gambling of a spade to future!

All hopes seem bright and brilliant by the end of this day.

It’s the day I am in.

Taking stock when I know there is nothing more yet!

How good if I weren’t like this,

At least not like the falling drop on to the big sea.

All things bright and beautiful; dawns up the time when I am finished!

The time; I mad through the heath greens, and the frothy rivulets,

Howling and rocking as a wild Tarzan, no more time to call again!

O’ timed out sweet days bye, bye.

-----------------------------------------------------Priyan------------------