Ripples on the Water

Some have hit the bottom,And some don’t even carePitied, but tomorrow forgottenAs if never were and never begotten.Some have risen upAnd never to us return,But they smile down upon usThrough the eyes of our memoriesThe cold dawn of a new day assaults us, let it comeEverything remaining in this universeEverything revolving in this universeWill return back to us, like circles that ripple in the waterNothing ever disappears without a traceNothing ever disappears without a traceSome kind of random coursePredestined fatal sortWe’re together inside of this spiralOf obtaining and losing and findingAnd what remains of usCities of frozen iceSimply wait til the climate is warmerNo regrets, not a breath filled with sorrowThe revelatory moment, secrets, enimgaThe hand of god, uniting joy and terrorSo many times I tried, but nowMy stone flies into the water and always in the circles’s centerTried to throw it from the south, from the west and twilight,In the morning, from different directions, varying types of stones,With another hand, skipping it as I jump, blindly... some sort of trapNo matter what, always the center of the circle... year after year...