Lightnings of dreams

Lightnings of dreams in a quiet whisper of night lit the space of illusions.
From the dark chaos arises eternity, short as a life itself.

Beaten track

In this life we are going the beaten track. We can load ourselves with a burden of social responsibilities and moral norms, or we can go empty - this is the only choice we can make. We cannot change the direction, but we can still stop the train before we are out of gasoline.