Go with the flow
I walk paths are morbid,
In the absence of any light even trace
Of a better world, image, face
Only in the poem I help,
And when one realizes every hill
The fight turns into new deadlock
For every step finally trespass
Gradually, lonely, and die sooner.
Empty life dictates my luck,
And only when leaving now death,
Having no solution, what to do?
Go with the flow and be one more,
Looking around and see, then no
Moment that can still give pleasure ...