"It`s a beautiful place isn`t it?"

　　A youth`s voice reached my ears as I stared into the vast expanse. The voice felt and sounded distorted as numerous other voices were somehow mixed in and overlapped.

　　I knew it deep within me that I have heard that phrase before somewhere.

　　Somehow everything had felt as if it has already happened.A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.

　　Well, it didn`t just `felt` as if it has happened for the fact that I have `already` seen this same scene and heard the same phrase over and over....

　　Like the ever flowing sands in an hourglass or the ticking of a clock`s second hand.

　　I wonder, where do I stand between the rapid current of time.

　　Sighing, I could only stand and look back at the smiling youth also staring at the vast horizon and the greeting dawn.

　　I then looked down as I imagined how those sparkling eyes would soon also turn dull.

　　Maybe my role in this `story` is betrayal...and will always be.