Echoes from a sad soul - 18

 

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Don’t ask me why

Don' t ask me why I've been there

I had to fill the emptiness of my days

lost in the nothingness

with no place to go.

Don't ask me why:

I only remember now

 the time of hope

The smoking rings

The dreaming trips.

That's our life

Made of mistakes

Driven by mysterious course

Aimed to search

What you think to be true.

And time is a cheater of our senses.

Only God does not mislead

Our souls.