Cemetery Roses And Death Kisses

Just like you,
I was heavy-loaded
Just like you,
I drove ahead
On this highway,
All the destinations were unsure
All the definitions were unclear
Almost all the accelerations differed
Just like you,
I slept in that darkness
Just like you,
I had the food of tastelessness
On this highway,
I waved a GOODBYE to red tail lights of memory
I said HELLO to the front lights of current reality
Just like you,
I hated the police camera of technical lawful shits
I hated the stupid drama of political awful promise
On this highway,
I used to lose all my maps
I used to lose all my best
Just like you,
I was listening to the silence
And wondering what was really inside of it
Just like you,
I was looking at the emptiness
And wondering how the real MEANING of it looked alike
Just like you,
I never looked back
I was almost empty handed.
Just like you,
I left nothing over there
I brought nothing here

Just like you, on this highway,
On this highway, just like you,
The highway itself was just like you
You yourself was just like the highway
And I myself was also in the same way
Just like you,
I’m here and dead
Take a look at those cemetery roses
They’re all nicely standard and fresh
Just like you,
Just like me,
Just like all,
Nobody wants to use them and ignore their gifted usefulness
Would you accept one of the roses to celebrate our death?
“Long Live This Death: Long Live Our Death:”
Just like every human history is empty and useless

A’karikz Yannaing