We used to be,
Like the sky and the sea
Sharing the blur line of the horizon
The time passed, and we became
Two moons cycling Mars
Spinning around, bound by the invisible
Waiting for eruption,
For something to be,
A chance to break free.
   
I close my eyes and imagine,
No regrets, but memories,
Lines in a chapter,
And the pen keeps on writing,
The story of my life.