This life can be the essence of whatever words you choose
To bring them into actions of reality
Whatever images you make and feel become proposals
Of your individuality
Through years you flow
Decades decay
As you mature to different exaltations
Grow the state of mind
And spiritual concurrence
Living through events of superstitious durance
Aching ends
When all regrets are put to beds
And covered with titanic foam
When there's a place - which may be but in hearts -
You finally call home
Therefore this life transforms into the ship
With you on board - heading for the goal
With the closest one - along the warming rays -
that heals your soul.