A child is born into this world.
Created by the cosmos, made out of pixie dust.
The connection to the cosmos is cut when the child breathes the sins of our planet.
A child with its palms held together holding the potential to change the world.
When the tears of its pure soul brings happiness to everyone.
The child grows, happy and protected by the stars from which it had arisen from.
Oblivious to the future, walking down the maze that had no complications.
Time passes, the child is now feeling everything that was once suppressed.
Looking at the pictures reminds the forgotten past that lingers on his mind.
Time changes everything.
We were all once oblivious, oblivious to when we’ll fall in love, oblivious to how things work, oblivious to the future.
When the child breathes its last breath, the same air that fuelled its body during the nanosecond of a universe.
The life flashes before the child’s eyes, remind it of the story that was already written.
This time, the palm is fully open.