I stand watching the sky.

The world seems to freeze but time is going by so fast and it's unstoppable.

The purple sky,

little angles drift onto the ground, 

they stick,

out of the whole universe fate has lead them to stick here forever.

Each angle is more different and unique than the last.

We wonder how or why,

but in reality we will never really know. 

For life is just a question,

one for which we don't know the answer too.

Life seems like an eternity,

but in reality it's just a blink in time for the universe.

I want my blink in time to be the best.

We are all just little angles drifting around in time waiting to find somewhere and stick,

eventually we will find our place and stick.

We are all just drifitng in the sky,

each one different than the last.