Stray

Time is not a tool of abstract proportions,
yet, a mystic celestial, superior interference,
it goes on with your heart to improve skills and human reference,
it falls with you and goes up with you, along with your emotions

The heart is like a big forest of interminable realms of darkness,
a void empty or full, by mistakes or shiny revelations of happiness
somehow it memorizes everything better than a perfect mechanism,
mind is just gears and connections everywhere, sending an eternal dead transmission

Life is the joy of waiting for the death to come and the joy of learning love,
hate is the corruption of our soul at listening the scream of death coming for us,
fear an endless reflection of interminable proportions, giving us a big shove
a present state of the mind being cheated, our sanity being tossed

Now let me say time is not waiting, is not getting prepared for a life time race
waiting is not an approval state, neither time a period of space,
the soul is a shiny glitter of desires that burns in a mystic steam
and life is the sun that makes it shine and turns it into a celestial beam

From the hand of our friends, we go to several chances and challenges,
having the support of someone accepting your simple existence changes
an empty void is filled with new emotions and huge sensations of wills
coming desires, you have a star for every selfishness and moment of thrill

It all comes down to the majestic space inside ourselves,
a dark, void of knowing and philosophy evolving, something that reveals
a true mystic sensation between time and space, and it's power in you
pushing, making you feel passion or either losing it, giving you something to think or do

Waiting a change is not going to be a possible solution for all the pain you will receive,
it hurts deep inside, tearing that layer of steadiness into a broken lying deceive
for a moment of clarity you go to instable wrong beats your heart doesn't know or stands
and you feel new connections trying to settle with the dead old ones trying to survive

It's a change you decide to do, or at the least expected moment it was realized,
lost inside a lost broken reflection, like a shattered glass cutting before you had realized
weird sensations and thoughts begin to flow in your mind, like a new unknown stream
and at some point of your existence you just wonder why and how, did this happen

Why this? When? How did you let yourself down?
You have fallen, and you don't know if you will live to see the dawn
will your true heart survive another day? To sensible for the light,
it's stopping, something is not right, but you now have for one more night.