you never stop treading the road’s length
as if this would lead you to traces
of the moon’s disappearance
you know that these roads are endless
luring you like a blind man to different places
never to find the paradise of your sweetest dreams
why don’t you just stop walking
it seems there’s something you pursue
desperate to see
the heavy steps of dusk
come dawn
tears will show in your eyes
while kissing the land
awakened from apparitions
to cease the moon
mirrored in moist road
