The Red Hearts

Time flies,
And forever will,
Most matures up,
Most halted them, too
Yet, the globe spins
And age olds.

Despite our death notes,
The written future is barely undiscovered,
Dreams we hold
Seems to fade,
Waiting for a slight hope,
To keep it possible,
Somehow,
Dreams do remains, and
Reality never change.

Eyes pinned,
Onto a vision which
Is mysteriously still,
One never knows that
Life is full of surprises,
And, only seen with real eyes.