Through The Lenses Şiiri - Muhammed Akkuş

Standing upright, inhaling the constant breeze
Filling the stomach with two kinds of cheese
One indulges you until the sky turns pitch black
The other takes everything that you’d put back

Each remnant beneath the sack of your mirrors
Rolls down until the expression loses its form
The new one that you hope you’ll get right away
Won’t descend to the one you’d pick as your way

On the bridge between awareness and decisions
There is a pain lurking, waiting for the moments
When you’d falter and cast a glance to the sea
So that your roots can be torn apart with ease
From the body that they wanted to break free

If there is a flat area many reminds of the end
Yet a minority takes it as a means of chance
To create whatever they desire on the barren land
On which they’ll end up losing all kinds of pretense
They once had due to the addictive sly cloud