He who stops is lost

Even when we’ll be freed from death

We’ll need to find a path and venture into it

We’ll need to run to catch our desires

To caress another human’s experience

We’ll need every day to be a story

We’ll need to create life

Hour after hour.

Even when we’ll have all the money we could possibly need

Time will be there waiting for us

Like a never-ending cave

Where we fall down deep as into

A black hole of lost and found identities.

Down the road while fulfilling my plot

I’ll come across the memories you treasure,

Try to grab onto them as if they were my own

So try to stop the whirling of the mind

Just for a moment

My friend

And let’s meet in this directionless run:

Maybe we can spare some minutes to dine together

Or stop our river flowing for a kiss.