Shooting Star

Where thoughts memory journeys the many as reminiscence on life seems empty without those dreams dreamed plenty. A life lived in reverse is a living shadow to ever battle a wishing star for whom ever seen it first. 

When the pragmatic enigma is a lifelong dogma by the Omega chapter never being brought to its end. As life brings one though it's climax of poem that's best written by love.

As facing the end through no faith to lend without purpose to befriend another the beginning of loneliness is of no bliss but only of the Demons I wish to kiss within the sinful night as temptations take plight.

Being mortal instruments for life given amongst mortals is our longing survival for mortal evolution. If wishing through dreams and aspirations to thrive through the drudgery of life the primordial time is to short for the dreamers.

If time as a shadow that is alive at night under the stars and moonlight sonata phase among the immortal stars we live to give praise. Time left is the questioned quest shown and when put into action it will answer best.