The Clock Master

If you could just stop for a moment,
You would solely stop to not stop eternally,
But not wanting to be eternally ungrateful,
I only count on what was not offered.
I’m not grateful,
But neither I deride
Who has nothing more to be derided.

The master has not yet rested,
Probably never will,
And if he would, who would I be tomorrow?
And what would become their time?
This one, I already know what way was chosen.

I still doubt that yesterday’s choices were mine
And yet I do not know how to deal with the tomorrow’s ones.
But it is too early to stop living the yesterday,
Even though, today does not have much more to offer.

But why would I want to stay on this stop?
Whose only purpose would be to not find the same.
“Why stop?” This is not the main issue,
But where and how to stop.

If you could just stop for a moment,
I would not ask why,
But where could I find you again,
Where I know no one else would.

[Originally written in Portuguese.]