The past encloses behind you
as the present unfolds in itself.
Neither can be tamed nor forgotten
thought of too long or too little.
We can only breach out toward our tomorrows
and sigh with the sea.
In all our endeavors there's many a reason
to explain the unexplainable doubts in our head
but all in all, according to the moon
(who tells only tales of solemn truth) :
there's no stopping nor transmuting
nor amending (too)
this thing called life
that which runs farther
yonder,
perpetually wiser
than you could ever dream
or do