farewell to the good and the bad
to the sad and the glad
to the moments yet to come and to those which faded away
life is like a continuous motion, which you have no control over
no jurisdiction, administration, nor command
just a piece of plastic floating through the water
contaminating the earth and its well being
just a lonely astronaut floating through the emptiness of space
alone, scared
to the moments yet to come
fading away in the grasp of my hand like sand in the wind
this moment has passed
my future is my past
farewell to the good and the bad
we must keep triumphing into our past which awaits us
like a virgin of war marching into his first battle and his blind last
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