Pocket magic. One moment is enough. One thought. Lightens. You feel absent. It gave you beauty. It is not getting older. It remains alive. Kept. Valuable. Yours.
Pocket magic. One moment is enough. One thought. Lightens. You feel absent. It gave you beauty. It is not getting older. It remains alive. Kept. Valuable. Yours.
Giant egos. They are raising walls. They hide the light. False promises. Of a fake life.
It comes like a dream. Erases patterns. Fantasy baptizes the alive.

Time goes by sharing the roles of our lives. The script is not defined. At the breaking of the day we passionately try for our hope not to be orphaned, not to be lost in the well of time.
You are looking for them night and day. You are never happy to see. Your own suns.
Difficult times are trying us. Power supply is wasted for a breath of fresh air. Strengths go out. Losers dressed in unknown faith. A truth. Unquenchable. It continues to warm ageless souls.
You discipline. Your step. A monologue. Abandons the sunshine. Committed. The breath is searching for it. Independent. It pulls you. You let it without a thought. Α voluntarily tradition. You want. The fate. To choose for you. A volunteer captive.
You are measuring mornings without a purpose. You become a child. Looking for a way. To steal time for you.
Hug. You are giving it. You ask for silence. The buzz around you is seeking your waiving. This is the battle. To stay in the present. To see the light the next day. Faithful to your dreams. A knight. Naughty they align around you.