You don't have to look anymore
at the things that have happened
What is done, it is done – it has passed
You can´t change what you left once
And when a minute goes by
Like a little silent sigh
It is a minute of egress
From which the futur gets less
If you turn to another side
When you change your direction
You keep the present on a ride
In a moment of perfection
You can´t keep what´s behind
Look ahead to see what you find
In your back a hidden history
It´s just a matter of your memory
If you turn to another side
When you change your direction
You keep the present on a ride
In a moment of perfection
M.C.
beautiful!...so soothing