It's only through wisdom an sapience
We discover the reverse aspect of life.

The imprisoning freedom,
The life lost through joy,
All the lightness that we struggle to carry,
The darkness that reveal all the surfaces and texture and colors,
The pleasure we trade for pain,
All these symptoms
Of a pulsing life
That dies young and is born old.

We can only foresee our future
Looking through rearviewmirrors
Pasts lying ahead,
Waiting for our mistakes to be repeated,
Hits that perfectly miss the target,
Just to see the pointing arrow
Always running against the flows of time.