I drive the car
On empty streets
Of broken dreams
And a bucket of illusions
After a false start
That led me far away
In unknown place
With fake arrows
Of words for love
That sure exists
In movies and the books
For autumn's leaves
Of holy martyrs
That stay idealized
Against the wall
I drive the car
On uncertain paths
And shallow goals
Toward the mask
Of future nonexistent
With someone else
Who I should change
Between delusion
And the real
Of my empty hole
That I used to call
My heart till now
I drive the car
On endless road
It seems the same
But sure it changed
Into a deeper mesh
That made me other
Into my eyes of truth
I made a mutation
Of myself under
The burden of a hollow
That seems to be
My current life
Yet continuous
I drive the car
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The dance of Autumn's leaves
PoesiThis Poetry collection is about Lifepath, and the growing up as a mature person. The Book contains philosophical poems about personal achievements and dreams with optimistic, bittersweet and sad taste. Everything written here, is based on my own e...
