Wandering Mind Written Down

One of these days the stars will be gone…
The sun will stop shinning…
The wind will not blow…

One of these days I will cease to exist…
My heart will stop beating…
My mind will go clear…

One of these days you’ll only be a memory…
A person I met…
A fixed point in my history…

One of these days I will wonder what I could have been…
I will glance at my failures…
And I will turn around and walk away.

Alberto M.