Lost in blue

I used to wonder if I could travel the life knowing everything, not just to be the passenger of an evanescent dream.

The truth is we are shoot like an arrow towards an almost set destiny and destination without neither hideouts nor stops.

Maybe would be better just to close the eyes and just to dream and just to forget we crossed the mirage of an infinite turquoise.

Towards the end of the solitary flight the only companion is a flickering shadow, fragile and ignorant of its own irreality.