The Dark Dance of Times

The population is on earth like a matchboxPrepared to be used in turning on and offThose that are broken are thrown away so that they do not get in the wayWe lose the focus of living in nature due to obligationsIn the dream of life a constant journey is bornA hug of colors wraps you in its mantleSmiling images are reflected in memoriesIt is the eternal union creating the bond of returnFluorescent stars shine with aromasThe dance of the universe always keeps tracesRenewal watches with peace in his spiritWhen you wake up from the trip new life will be born