Planets.

sometimes
there are no words to transcribe my mind
no words for my thoughts
but so many left to speak
somehow

the silence is being constructed
after a moment of deconstruction
so needed
so pleased
all of soul

the engines are stopping
rearrange the skies
nothing is of your own
a time of knowledge
the sixth planet and its influence
getting into an end
the fifth and the harvest
this one belongs to each one of us
a time of recognition

you have the control of your actions
after all we all know it all come back
and someways, harder than it went.