What else could we do but pray to God?
How could I explain them the shivers that i fought?
Time and tide wait for none,
A truth so cruel,built with fun
What else could we do but accept our fate?
Will we be able to look back , when we, are finally late?
Slowly floating towards boundless, a place so dark
I wish i could end the act, without leaving behind a mark
A small little flower,that was bloomed, in an unknown place
Stared all day, towards the vast sky, for just a little trace
Staring towards the endless horizon , as if there was any life
Maybe it was waiting to shine like a meteorite
A universe so vast, countless galaxies,
Yet it thought, it was big , like an algea under the seas
Suddenly, the sky, began to shatter
The flower wished, if it could finish the letter
The eyes, began to open ,slowly with pains
A little boy found himself, in a garden of gains
A little flower bloomed , just beside a drain
He saw it and thought he finally could, leave the train..