Pieces Lost

Twisting apart the last drops of rain off my coat. A raincoat of lust our last goodbye as train was passing though the gate. Driving to the end of the road with a sun as truth an echo on my mind. How can these pieces form the puzzle of a life? Our past is choosing wrong Our hands are touching right. Drifting until the last stop when pleasure traveled along our words. Empty promises lost smiles as love is on the way as convenience makes it too easy to last. Last stars on the sky with a raincoat dry I watch their trembling light. Nature's revolution. Green valleys on them you have to carry this load of guilt being a human seeing from your own eyes the dream and the reality. Is it too late to believe? Is it too soon to accept? Nights are emptying their impact on my mind. I am in the same path where Ifigeneia delivered the acceptance where Appolon set on fire his plans like fiery papers dancing through the wind. I am here where Orpheus insisted where he lost a loving myth. Sacrifices are expecting us at the end of the road. A race game without a finish line. Where rain catches flames from the light. It's just a human talking trying to be a God. Trying to be human from the start.