Sorry

And in this inert and faded path, I smell the stinking remains of the past. It beat me to the punch! Life passed fast and left tracks, rushed for who knows what fate. And in the middle of everything, the waste that I dropped to the ground, indifferently. I knew I was walking in circles. It is the fine that we get for working dirtily. Did I learn? No, I did not learn, rather "do learn" and thank myself for that. More ahead I see the path get straight, like repeating the mirage. This time it must be true, I get free from the residue. This time it HAS TO be true.