Poezja

And what's to happen when everything is done? 
Do we go back to a beginning far away from where we are? 
Will we fade from each other after each passing day or could our lives remain the same? 
Speaking with a troubled tongue, I see that you are the lonely one, but from you I will never run..
Time is running out for words unspoken
will bonds remain unbroken or will our lives be shattered open to this world?