Secretly we sometimes dream, in the deepest sense of our intimacy
We forget the moments, we create the stories, and we write the script.
Silently we sometimes fly, into the nets of time, everlasting and sharp
We let our moments vanish, getting consumed and slowly vaporized.
Patiently we sometimes hope for the instants in which you can shape a vision;
From where pleasure is born, in which we reach a milestone, a goal.
And just life that, life happens and rolls, letting time set a footprint in the soul;
Taking away the secrets, the silence and the hope, we grow old.
But what I was, I am not, what I dream I don’t now, Where I flied I won’t any more,
And even then… the moments, the pleasure, and the secrets made me proud.
And as a new cycle rolls, I dare to see a new color, to understand a new word, to believe a new creed, to simply let time turn.
And just like that, the moment life began… will never stop.
