In this silent remainder of darkness that befalls me,
I hear the footsteps breaking the silence a rift in my thoughts,
The world is suddenly still motionless and effortless,
Peeking into the nothingness a mystery of me inside,
Chasing away dreams wanting them to be future realities,
Expectations of feathers plucked patched on the hat,
Wood becomes metal as the load burdens your soul,
Going deeper and deeper into the unknown yesterdays,
Becoming silent upon surface controlling a storm ahead,
Pushing forward luck too much that it fades,
Ashes burn out the remains mingle into dust,
End is not the story itself but indeed a journey,
It seems I am but a day old my life is but few moments,
If I close my eyes I see nothing but colors mixing together to form more colors ready to mix in,
Like the full grown flower that is about to start to go back to dry,
Recycling to its place of backwardness the place where the evolution, the development, had started,
The birth had itself become the door to the end,
The path to the truth a walk to the earth,
Each step taking me closer to what I might be,
Not knowing what I wanted to be not knowing what I would not want to be,
The certainty itself is on baseless grounds,
Shakable earth unstable soul a hell's confusion,
All this to my unborn dust.
