The dots are connected in a new constellation
That guides me in the lab
And in the dark days.
Shiny edges enclose a destiny and a path.
Experiences are never random,
You draw your own sky.
Starry pray
Skinny stars of this night
I see you hiding in the far
But curious of our troubles.
Slowly you move
And it can only watch from this wet field
And discover my pray
For this peaceful situation
To settle
And return.
Golden star
I smiling enter the tunnel
of fantastic travels
And uninhibited thoughts
While the wet really condenses around me.
The minutes dilate
And the day got a its golden star
Even today.
