We are the rays of light broken from the darkness of time;
We are the instants of life suspended between two moments of callousness
Whose limitations cancel our horizons.

Threatened by the swiftly setting sun,
Condamned to the failing of our own existence,
We struggle like caged birds
Who have shamefully forgotten how to fly
So that just the thought of escaping scratches and burns our numbed mind.

Indeed, our short journey between nonexistence and eternal chaos
Turned us into beings of lead.
Our dreams and hopes changed into ruins of silence
And the rainbow of creativity became the marsh where we mudded our lives.

If we had enough time to learn from our mistakes,
Or, if we had the power to understand and defeat our pettiness
Maybe, then, the patterns of eternity would shatter
And we would become travelers through time.