In passing by
I caught a glimpse of life to be
or what should be when my first cry
or my first breath.
I only saw the loving eyes and a warm kiss
and little lies I couldn’t see
when only certainty was death
a vague reflection to dismiss.
We are born the same and death is there
when blindness set with open eyes
choose to believe the truthful lies
when passing by we gasp for air
and with that breath becomes too late
believing lies when It’s our fate.