The lost privilege of Adam.

Near that calm sacred path, i found a man laid on his back, without a care on his mind, like problems were nowhere to find. Cloud by cloud shadows would come, but he kept there, nothing could be done. A little bird started to stare, to a perfect nature love affair, a man that made a pact with time, he was granted with the ability of rewind. Every simple move, every single step, blink by blink, breath by breath. Odd times that we now live, prisoners of time that wont forgive, except if you have some joy to give, and you're not to fond of the forbidden fruit.