Hurry, Not Haste

There is little time left,

How can you tell a story in a daze?

It began a long time ago,

It began when the sun was a lonely star,

It began when the stars were still all dusts

Clinging on to the ever expanding walls of the Cosmos.

But didn't it begin a little earlier than that?

When time was still not conceived?

It is hard to say, what time it was;

Surely it was a time when time was not.