TRAP

Time is a relative thing.
Your candle burns, but how long it is? You never know if a tiny breath of wind doesn't blow the fire of it in a single moment.
Do you believe that every step you take makes your life changed? Are we moving on rails with given directions and given stations to stop, or we fly above the clouds watching the ever changing patterns of destinies underneath?
If you have anything to tell, anything to do, do it now, for you might not have another chance.

There is an immense feeling here in this world of twisted emotions, fake idols, rejoicing and suffering, the existence veiled by merciful oblivion.

This planet is a trap, you will see it closing, but there'll be no escape.