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.
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