Once the time will come and the right moment.
In that moment you will understand everything at once.
The time flows like water.
There is no return anymore.
In the day you were waiting for from the moment of your birth.
The day when everything finished and starts somewhere else again.
The candle of your life is snuffing slowly.
You can hear the death deep inside.
Everything is buzzing in your head
Your mind is lost.
The moment of your creation is the river spring.
The mouth of it is the death.
Your life is the river flow.
At first the river is narrow.
But as you will grow, it will get better.
Wider with whirls, sharp stones of shallows.
They are your illnesses, conflicts, crippled decision.
You sail the river without a helm.
You don´t know what is waiting there for you round the curve.
The stone can destroy you.
The shallows can stop you.
The whirls can pull you down.
That´s what life is about.