#WritcoPoemPrompt107
A fortunate shot resulted in a goal,
As if it were a lucky rabbit's foot you possess,
People lose control,
A million or two more or less,
Or less for more, who cares...
tell me what to tell me
empty my pockets
If everything I have I found without having lost it.
And I say that I don't want to tell myself what I interpret
when my silence speaks for me,
and sense the meaning of feelings only remains what does not have it.
Paying for presents in hand is more expensive for me than turning tomorrows into small futures that never arrive.
But save yourself who can, from the traffic and its hustle and bustle...
Kamikazes by mouth that are born to die,
Another internal desire, another mutiny
Another cold spring rain, another just because
© Yoldi