New Era

The curtain falls, some traces left still wet. The past will judge us once again during our careless courses. The end is near, the end is far, as time is regressing among our smiles. The book is old with pages stuck together, a history that condemns us to remember. The end is near, the end is far like a summit we try to reach like the hurricane we try to escape. Our past is ticking its last breaths, until the night disappears and a new day arrives. The moment we won't need the lights anymore, with prayers loud and hopes liberated, only the sun will warm our paths for the new era, the new self to come.