There are moments br In the reservoir of life br When the hours become twisted br And slowly drown in infinity. br br There are moments br When traveling through br The unending highway of destiny, br One feels like wasted in a bin of time. br br There are moments br When the mind is trapped br In the tunnel of forgetfulness br While words become muted br And the fragile body motionless. br br there are moments br When you feel like in a vessel br Caught on fire and capsizing br In the middle of the sea br Sadly knowing br There is not help at all. br br There are moments br When facts are unknown br Why or what has happened br In the urgency of self-preservation br And the only help is oneself alone br In the rescue of the senses-flammable br Until oppositely charged br By expulsion or exposition.