How Futile It Seems To Sow

It is fragile every day
A useless delay
This moment
Same sleep
Will you never understand what I miss
How futile it seems to sow
I am looking for nothing and all
My fleeting hope
Your fading heart
When we will cast our final spark
On tiptoe I moved off to the
All-knowing cranes
They said we were only a
Brief yearning for
Something far too bright
«A reflecting image of paper
Is still more than a directionless fool
Within a celestial scenery
So our deeds are never as hopeless
As we may think sometimes.»