A Piece of poetry

The path of deceit

How close is the path of deceit.
Living hard fate,
You'll be surprised what happened.
And in your head is a question - What can I give?
You want to look into your own eyes,
That exude wisdom.
But you won't see the light of freedom,
That was with you when you were young.
And you will turn away from the mirrors,
Remembering who you once became,
Silently going into the distance,
Blaming your blind fate.

How close is the path of deceit.
Playing hard game,
You suddenly realize - This is not enough to me
To be yourself again.
Want to be like before.
Sadness will appear in your eyes.
But there is no love and no hope,
Faith is as fragile as crystal.
And turned away from you
Descendants whose minds are unflattering.
It wasn't me. It wasn't you.
Probably - an unknown stranger.