I can feel the earth beneath my feet,
knowing that I will be dust in the wind.

                  I can see the sky in the darkness where
whispers of galaxies breath wanting to
be heard. listen, listen, listen, see it...

The road of continuation till it stops,
        I can feel it on my skin, touch the wind..
But everything ends. I believe in the knowledge
of truth of what was proven in sight.

Can you touch the air, I cant taste it in my lungs.
I would silence the ignorance and say there is
    only one path in life and that is death...
its a river that ends...
No flowers just moment that began and ended..
                   A memory in others living on..