Now I'm not the choice to be your friend in the empty room where only our ghosts dwell so sad the times that approach the end of the gates to be closed in the final day.
The forgotten I who rest between the chaos the one born before billions of stars I'm the one that now at last understand how long is the way back. how hard the desire to be. the forgotten I, alone consuming myself.
There is a time to be born and times to bring life but a time to die also exist for us just our final moment will show the nature and the reasons behind our collapse but truimphants we expire, lost in a blast for life did you see our bright in the sky?
Life will go on, in this ocean, in the space beyond dust simple dust no secrets kept, no miracles not god. just the logic art of the cosmic realm don't care for thousand centuries the glory is to be part of future. have you seen the sky lately?