In life, there are things
that are wild and free,
that exist beyond your reach.
only you haven’t a clue
as to their propriety.
only seeing your lonely point of view
on a kaleidoscope of dreams
without a breath of reality.

So if, at this moment
your sun rises and says hello,
while mine, says good-night.
then it is because time, is, as it is.
out of reach, out of bounds,
until tomorrow.