The Unsupervised Stop Sign

There was a time, when the sun was our guiding light, amidst clouds of twilight that paint our skylines bright. There were no misleading traffic signals, halting our ride into the mysterious nights. A shimmering candle was the spark of truth within- reflecting intuitions that guide through confusions. Life was then a simple highway with fewer obstacles, yet in our ignorance we refuse to see— we've long followed flawed stars dressed in glowing moonrise. I ponder, when will rain wash away hazy riddles? as my heart is hollow and I feel empty, like a lost gypsy on the sidewalk of a nameless street, wrapped in a blanket of hope, longing for empathy over a cup of poetry. Maybe there's still a secure path for the ones that wander, to steer without looking sideways for toxic trespassers, lurking in curved corners behind unsupervised stop signs, flickering amidst double lies of deceptive lines.