Stays somewhere little ashes of thoughts,
drowning in the middle of some stray stars,
alone but surrounded by meaningless bushes
A walking thought
starts running on some unknown roads
irritated, and hopelessly trying to escape
from all the realities that caused enough.
A howling truth begins to kill
every breath in the flesh
like an enemy of its own.
Hope, a myth, breaking and germinating again,
and at last, betrays us all,
a life stays with hope and dies, in hope.