as the word echoes
through all the vastness,
I looked on  an endless darkness
days,breaking like any other day
I saw a young child
a face so beautiful,eyes full of innocence
and a mind trying to understand.
God is time.
god is the sand I build my castles on,
and the sea is the dreams that breaks upon the beach.
the child runs along the rails of time
as fast as his feet can carry him.
his breath so strong!
But time is endless,
and the only finish line
is his own.
And the child loses his beauty,his innocence
looking back,it all seemed so fast,
so short a distance,just like yesterday.
this was his cross
that he had to carry
his mind
he felt crucified
unjustly and for nothing.