The Road

Like the last drop of water,
that solves in the sun,
I'm losing the remains,
of what had only just begun.

But the clouds are stalling,
and the rain keeps falling.

As if the pits aren't enough,
this road wants more.
Splittings and junctions,
the flaws you can't ignore.

Finally falling from paradise,
straight into lies and goodbye's.

Every time it starts again,
It's even becoming an art.
I can recognize it from a mile,
This terrifying falling apart.

The dying flowers on the side,
laughing out of jealousy and spite.

They'll make sure I'm on my way,
not to remain in the same place.
Which seems even worse,
than just forgetting another face.