The Dark Dance of Times

The population is on earth like a matchbox Prepared to be used in turning on and off Those that are broken are thrown away so that they do not get in the way We lose the focus of living in nature due to obligations In the dream of life a constant journey is born A hug of colors wraps you in its mantle Smiling images are reflected in memories It is the eternal union creating the bond of return Fluorescent stars shine with aromas The dance of the universe always keeps traces Renewal watches with peace in his spirit When you wake up from the trip new life will be born