This Long Road

[Darkdale]

It’s been a long road,
Of untold woes.
It’s been a long time since I felt the soft cool of harmony.
I’ve sold myself at the cost
Of so many souls,
Of so many fools,
So many… I’m someone else.
It’s not my intention,
I’m blowin’ in the wind.
It’s not meanness,
It’s not sin.
I’m just showin’ myself
Without masks,
Without pretensions.
I lack direction,
And that’s why I’ve been coming down,
This long road.
This long road of untold woes.
This long road that no one knows.
This twisted path in the woods,
Where the clear paths die.
I adore this crooked street,
This broken thoroughfare,
You can find it here,
In the forest where the blinds' walkin’.
There in the blank stare
Of idle objectives.
There are no directors,
There is no directive,
On the long road,
I’ve been walking down,
For so long.
For so long.

[Francisco della hoya]

If you wrote that, it's very good.

>It’s been a long time since I felt the soft cool of harmony.
>I’ve sold myself at the cost <only my own sould, I think>

I know this feeling very well ...

[onmybelief]

This is a terrific poem. I like it very much.