So many times forsake to think with the reason Believing dim and blindly in the esteem of someone else Great changes are realized and all seem like before A future's sight induce by forged discoveries Or feelings so frustrating like a cold touch of reality To live is a reality inebriated by the illusion of to exist To exist an absolute desire... the infamous immortality To live ins't to exist... Alone between everything concerning of this vast universe Dying slowly with the time and everything significant The being is an unit between dreams and reality, desires and madness Unlike in ideas that fade away with the time The life is taciturn and soon way ephemeral in excess Like the truth that isn't eternal, in absolute Or the unbridled ideology into the nothing Maybe the mistake be wait that the time all reveal Being the Master of the own existence the changes are choices Thus the Master are between the eternity and the nothing