whenever i look the vastness sky,
in the cold and dark relentless night,
i keep myself thinking, holding tight,
to thoughts and moments that seem to fly.

i hardly wish to go back in time.
when everything seems careless but fine.
or maybe at least to slow it when,
we were together way back then.

sometimes i think why good things not last.
and everything that’s fine comes to past.
is it because that the earth don’t stop?
or is it the time that kills in snap?

whatever it is i'm sure it has,
reasons to tell only God can cast.
i even don’t want to make it hard,
or dwell myself to things that’re gone.

it’s just sometimes it feels so sad,
when moments we shared were said and done.


CSantaMaria