Inside

What's inside of me?
many remains in me
you can not go with me.
Is there anything left in me?
many memories are still there
circulating at the top.
Dry weather, a desert of lost things
no more than a glance
I've seen in my place to run
black breeze in the sky to come.
What's inside? devoured horizon
A lake of tears in you admired
the purposes and principles
in secret, that you fear
will leave, towers full time
Wind hands ... nothing will come.