Time

Opening my eyes, I still cannot see the sun light I only see the glow of this dark yellow mystic flow 60 years in space, we did not seems to have aged Did the cryogenic sleep stop us from reaching the final sleep? Why do we are still alive, we are just a small piece of time Alone in this universe gone with just a small burst The pale blue dot is gone like nothing really happened Just the scream of agony will remain in our memory The isolation do not affect our conception But the time is bending our mind just like the dark yellow line Time does not make any sense at greater distances We need to reach the source before we get lost in time Surging from nothingness Crawling in our soul We reaching the end of our seek We can see it the glowing source