Avoiding Emptiness
Luxary to know who is truely the master
Inside the same brain of another.
Find the curtesy to leave a mind shut
Among the stars that echo through a symphonic web.
I am the bookkeeper of my own tomorrow faded
Along pages scattered neatly in rows of emotions.
Difficulty is the accompaning winds blowing in my torn sails,
Gliding me into rivers that ceased running years ago.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world