When.

,Outside, near a giant gray wall
.a boy, with a bucket filled with the color of white
,And not a drop in the bucket, the wall wet from color
.the boy, few steps away, to watch how it dries

,And minutes are hours, and hours are days
.and eyes of a boy watch the glamour of color for as long as they possibly can
The answer is known, but deep in the boy's mind, a question
?with the seal of eternity, When

,Outside near a giant white wall
.an old man with a bucket, alone to watch how the color dries from a wall
,And the thoughts of an old one ain't the questions of child
.with a tear in his eyes, continues to watch the way to his endless far goal