Time is a paradox, I have another message to send. it all starts from the end, and begins again. It is time to understand, what the lessons have planned. Unknowing future set, but you have not lived it yet. Over and over again, seeking the closer, you can not find, the memories they swim around, deep inside your mind. Existing in the past, living in the present, looking to the future, giving in to existence. Looking through the grass, the present it outlast. Living in a paradox, that is your thoughts, coming closer to enlightenment, breaking the glass, that smacks you in your ass. It all comes undone, and that ruins all the fun.