Going to the stars
One by one
The destinies of afar's
That never is done
Going to the dim
Where it is all unknown
Like a whimsy whim
Tomorrows not shown
Going to the dark
That gets sometimes lost
For a moment to embark
Roads we haven't crossed
All the lost ways
That still needs to be found
In those coming days
That is not yet around
Going to the dreams
That we did not know
Where everything yet seems
On its way to go
Life is sometimes circling
In its way and space
Like a tread or something
Pulling on its ways
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