Poezja

If it's too late, I will be able to do nothing. I'm not afraid of a new beginning. I've started from zero and under which is bad, worst than anything. Once the caterpillar learns to fly nothing can frighten it.
If it's too late, tomorrow will never come. And if it gets to me, I guess, I just won't care. Nothing is less meaningless than:
That for which you don't care.
Than that of which you want no more.
Than that which you can not bear.
Than that which makes your heart just a little more sore.
If it's too late, the answer might be just a new start. Once the road is lost, the beginning will take you back or at least give to you what you wish the most.
More time to slow down.
More eyes to watch the cloud.
More heart to feel the crowd.
A soul to be more loud.
If it's too late, you will probably begin to care.
And no matter what you do, my time you will not deserve.

JorgeLuis