Two moons

I light my cigarette...

Lean back to windshield...

I direct my gaze to the forever emptyness...

There are two moons...

Beside the eternal, is you...

Two moons...

Like a camberwell beauty...

Feeling to leave...

My eternity...

My burdened soul...

As a need to leave to the moon...

Ash from cigarette is falling on the hood...

Light wind takes it to its journey...

It disapears...

A weak tune...still hearing that song...

A need to choose...

Between those moons...

To choose two...

To have two...

Conclusion – lethal doze...

Yet i knew what I am...how to move...

Options like that unnecesary...

Next cigarette litten up...

More ash on the hood...

Still I don’t know...

Which moon to choose...