Reflection

The vacancy of this road breathes life.

The air, perfumed by this gloomy lushed leaves, recharges my ambience.

Overcrowded by emptiness, my thoughts suffocated.

I'm chased by my own reflection, in battling with my shadows.

There's no path here, forwards, backwards or sideways I'm lost.

Eternally like a needle in a sac of sawdust.

The rescue party has gone to party.

Salvation can only come from within.

Now, guess who doesn't need saving any longer.