This minute.

A step towards the life change, anything that won't be regret. It's just like a cycle, perhaps in the same circle, never lost the dimension, and stop turning. We hardly and couldn't get out from this particular life thingy, a Cycle.

Baby born, develop feels, feelings; grown up, feels falls, falling; getting older, and get the felt and fault of this world, when we just can a wake from it. People keep on walking, keep on running to get rid from it, I keep on falling through, understanding what it has to show, the reality. Brings mayhem to this sorrow, in the midnight.
People, craving for pride, power, fortune; brings prejudice. Lost from the cycle of their life, choose the short road and cease the longest. People just a human being.