Out of my cosmos and darkness of space

Aiming towards the prison of limited time,

So far it’s been our typical rate, so I might be late

As your traveler towards our vanishing fate

A mix of temptation is making us rotate

My imagination is running like me 

Because of this mind state

Flying, riding, running late,

I’m trembling as you debate.

But I say, better late than never,

Better late than never

Through these hollow halos of the void,

Your voice seems to be getting clearer.

The distance shrinks but the desire suspends

You close the gate, you feel the fear, 

Yet I am near deciding to disappear.

I’m too late, but I’m finally here

I say better late than never,

Even though you made it clear

Somehow getting too close is our fear.