Fast

Wind moves the leaves, green, orange or other colours. Waves move fast as the fish swimming. Fast as the years we fly day by day, dreaming about something is lost or is going to happen. Fast is the moment we forget about the invisible, there where is still a light. Going down there into that spot, where nobody wants to search. We live the years that go by, without playing our best move. Moving as the clouds in the sky, nothing to be appreciated. Instead, we should care about that toilet role paper that, as life, when it becomes its end, it looks that it finishes faster. Be aware about that scenery, where you don' t want to be in, because as fast you are the best actor, you can become the worst.