wastelands

you can not have all you want

nor collect the soul or the bones every time

there is no way to change the memory that stays 

deep inside, you know you can not control

you can not control it all

accept is better, 

your vision gets clearer 

I guess you do not prefer

to be leashed to an old load 

come back to the present to unfold 

moving on is the only road 

living inside the box carried by your neck

a bubble that you believe it's the real deal 

so addicted to phases

accommodated from there to the ashes

too close

to the edge

of the insanity 

wastelands

of space and time

resulting in a lost life