Torn pieces floating in the air.
Blocking my vision.
Refusing to settle down with the dust that sets the pace.
A million of them running in hundred different timezones.
Taking the pleasure in the ride to a place that never arrives.
A peace that's never silent.
A journey that never ends,
Setting the pace for a rythmatic chaos intrinsic to its movement.
Now i become the torn piece.
I know not where i go,
I have to keep moving through the chaos,
But the road never ends.
And so does my journey.
I can't see ahead nor where i came from.
The chaos brings the music.
I become part of it.
Now i am the chaos.
And i dont want to settle .
For time doesnt exist for those whose journey never ends.
I become time and i last forever.