Three legs of the time

Three legs of the time 

Amid the earth, strolling on three feet 

We are in the back of the cell, such a great amount behind. 

I am a young fellow of twenty-six years 

Today, we are as yet drifting like an insect in the water 

From the ocean to the Great Sea, no island mileage 

Give some affection to your control framework 

Else, I'll pass on 

The light of the Zanaki light in the heart's spillage 

I pondered oblivious murkiness