The stone collapses if there's air much.
And the iron wakes on till death is gone.
Making time pass is a tricky thing.
No one really knows how to forgive mistakes
without being.
A little one that takes his time
like a precious reflexion of the human mind.
To get away from life is a coward statement
but to live it so laughing
hurts the guts of a soul's yelling from the past.
It comes to show that there is no similar winnings
as the ones of not: silence.
The calm peace that finally forgives.
Where is the sculpture of air we exist?
Who made the dream something that someone
can take?
I really try to understand before living after
but the ways of the mind are their own.
Not to know the unknown
cause he lives of enjoying
the flow of it all.