Sometimes it goes like a plane
Too far to even catch it
With your eye
I wish i could make a plan
I wish i could make it
To fall from the sky
I'm asking myself again
Why are you smiling
Remembering somebody's smile
Getting closer to the same
Person i was some years ago
Getting closer to the life
But these imaginations
Are not that useful
Like they would be
If i was a creation
Not an illusion
Which only wants to be
But now I'm so close
To the point
Don't cry you're not lost
You're not going
With me
To the end
The trees
Here are black
