Money is something that helps survival
But it’s the Time that defines everything in minimal….
A being is known for it’s choice of company and it’s size
But it’s the Love of few that makes it meaningful and wise….
Present is a happy rumor
Future could be an unwanted tumor
For what lasts today
Can be the first thing that won’t last tomorrow….
And it will happen one day with the eminent arrival of ‘The End’
Where everything will lose to death and it’s friend….
In white it will be the one that devours
Time, Love and the rest of the colours….
Leaving behind the black of disdain
Causing wreckedness and pain…
But who are we
To get stuck in this and let go the beautiful forsee….
Where the opportunity resides
To rediscover joy and beauty in little lost things and disturbed tides….
So let go your tears
Let go your fears….
Let go your misery
Let go everything free….
For what will tame your insanity
Is nothing but the Collateral Beauty….