Train (Poem) / The Tree

Life seen through the eyes of an agarchrist, So cold, So blind, So naïeve, The truth beyond, will not be found, Deceiving masks, that's what's all around, So cold, So blind, Like a train, leading to nowwhere Reflections on death, but why? Forced to choose another path The one which is covered with theatric thoughts - The tree stands along Hidden, but strong Carrying all the leafs For us to pick, for them to leave Then, wind comes and blows The leafs fall and go But there's one that's gonna stick That's the one I'm gonna pick I'm gonna carry this one forever Loose it? No, never! But I guess it's just an utop Based on my insecurity Still I'll try to pick The true leaf that won't trick The one without a mask But which one, if I may ask? Then, wind comes and blows The leafs fall and go But there's one that's gonna stick That's the one, I'm gonna pick