Every time is the perfect time.
For all the memories that Eruditio bears.
I don't pray for miracles. I make them.
Our perception is our reality.
For every end there is a start.
There is no past no future, only now
You are all repeating yourselves.
By giving meaning to time, we give meaning to life
For tomorrow's sunrise, for yesterday's starlight.
We are meant for more.
Against the dying of the light.
This is a lone journey.
What goes around comes around