What else could we do but pray to God?
How could I explain them the shivers that i fought?

Time and tide wait for none,
A truth so cruel,built with fun

What else could we do but accept our fate?
Will we be able to look back , when we, are finally late?

Slowly floating towards boundless, a place so dark
I wish i could end the act, without leaving behind a mark

A small little flower,that was bloomed, in an unknown place
Stared all day, towards the vast sky, for just a little trace

Staring towards the endless horizon , as if there was any life
Maybe it was waiting to shine like a meteorite

A universe so vast, countless galaxies,
Yet it thought, it was big , like an algea under the seas

Suddenly, the sky, began to shatter
The flower wished, if it could finish the letter

The eyes, began to open ,slowly with pains
A little boy found himself,  in a garden of gains

A little flower bloomed , just beside a drain
He saw it and thought he finally could, leave the train..