Blooming, being, fading...
It's the philosophy of life
One dawn, one day,one sunset
And then we take it back from the start...
besides all this, there is eternal night
Just void and cold, no noise, no gravity
eternal peace... until it moves again
The same old cycle, same old sand glass
Turning upside down for who knows how many times, now...
This is its tragedy... never ending, tormented by light
then reduced to silence by darkness... our universe...
or something bigger than that.. who knows?
this is our tragedy... I guess,
we'll never know... the limits...
where do we go, how far,hmmm...
who knows?
we're born, we live, we die...
we hug the past, we kiss the now, we dream the future
hope not to disappear so fast
At least not now... Without knowing who we are..
No, not now, without the answers we were waiting for
I guess... there are too many questions
that make us try to find perfection...
the ultimate... who knows?

Maybe I made it all up...
Trying to forget something
that should stay in the past.