When we are young and every day is new
we're living for the moment
in the future moment what still is yet to come.

When we are young the problems still are few
and mostly of own mind.
We rush ahead without knowing what we could find.

With every year... (aging very slow)
we're living day by day.
Like nothing worth to fight for, nothing wait to come.

We're playing plays, we run amazing show
we run away from who we are
and who we ones could be

And then, one day, we'll cross a certain point
of never turning back
and everything will flow in slow motion.

What was the life? The button or the coin?
The check? The checkerboard?
It doesn't matter! Everything in past.

We were living longer for the future
and now at the end of road
we realized that future is gone!

Unfinished conversation, broken picture,
and memori of a lost emotions.
and we are just so done...
And with a dust we're gone!

21.03.2012