Your dreams are identical to footprints fading away in a tranquil shore,
while in the horizon,
the flaming sun disappears…
And the stories of old, told by the song the wind sings,
have fallen into deaf ears…
And the whispers and the roars of the wave no longer enamor
Your hopes transforming into fears…
The box, in the box, in the box,
has swiftly hijacked the beauty of nature from the dormant eyes,
and has caged the potential…
Once so clear.
as the footprints on a cold beach fade into nothingness,
so have your dreams.
Written by Andres Angulo