the tree of stars in the skies
their stories, they get doodled
moments, days, years, all hands in
to this day we only time travel
the equations of life and cosmic harmonies,
the silences and the explosions in between
the fables of supremacy, light against dark,
Time, my friend can narrate what is to be seen
Only the future can share our present as past
the past is only a mirror;
the present for a better future;
If future could walk the past
he be sitting next to you.
Show regrets the windows of exit
and see new stories come to life.
