Many things are coming,
Many things I have not caught
I know the roots of my future are still there.
So many plans.
So many visions.
Grabbing my fork, staring at the moon…
I want to pick up the first one better for me.
Time is consuming us and our plans are floating,
just staring at us.
Staring at us.
Are you tired of waiting?
Or just anxious of what is coming.
So many things I have in my mind
Feels like inside a rocketship heading Mars.
With all this black surrounding and embraacing
And there they are
Staring at us both.