Trucks Passing By Late Night

There was just a form,a line,a character of lonely curves going round and round in my eyes.There were sounds my soul listened to,I understood.I found long stories in the sounds of these trucks passing on the roads late at night,on long wintery nights.The moon stood proudly,holding his own face reflected in the mirror of the sky.A long road,A row of trucks,late night desperate quiteness accompanied my tired mind,body and soul.I travelled along the roads envying the truck drivers(lol).

My mind glittered now,free.
Fantasy led me to hold a moment of escape sitting on a huge truck.Some tasks,some tales,some turns,some hopes,some burdens.Night deepened,and then started sinking into a deep well where the moon was already drowning.I heard the moon screaming for help.I tried to  save it pulling it out with a rope,but,it drowned in the well to die.The well was surrounded by marble slabs .I saw minute white shining taj mahals painted all around .There is a King who thinks I am the Queen .I wish I was a Queen who owned a truck.But I refuse to be anything but a free spirit

As long as I know it I have to follow it.My life is going towards a strange place,Theres so many directions so many paths If i take a decision they label me selfish If i leave it to them they say if you are unhappy you should have made a decision.HaHaHa