We are the ones who shake, the ones who make and the ones who break.
Walking here and there on floating bonds of nothingness.
With things to earn, things to learn, and things to forget.
We are living here, now and for a little while longer.
And the next time.
Within finite time, finite space, and finite ways.
We will be the ones who quiver, the ones who deliver and never consider.
The ones who make the difference and reach, who follow, lead and breach.
There is no greater wave than the vibrations we now crave.
Or the next time.
In this world of dreamers, everything will break through.
We will shiver stronger every time, when we walk anew.
Till nothingness becomes light and light becomes us, within we awake.
Where we will shudder, be complete and remade.
And then we burst again.
