Everyone is running towards...
The unknown ? Dreams? Plans ?
All of them running .. to what?
Some heard the start bell earlier
Is there a reason for their head start?
Or is this just simply a rigged game
For some choose players to win
Did we sign up for this marathon?
Where is the finish line ?
Why are some finish lines closer than others?
Who made this life a race ?
They run and I see some cheaters
Some trip others, some step on others
Is the race worth it ?
This life that they have turn into a marathon
Is it worth the loses ?
It seems that some of the humans
Are racing to lose their humanity
They say is a competition, you have to fight
But I wonder, who divided us first?
This tournament the have transformed life into
How did I enter it?
Did I apply to it?
Did I consent to this?
Why does it seems that I'm always running
Towards something, against something
Is this all life has to offer?
A serious of competitions for top 1?
Fighting, blood pumping for that spot?
I see some running bare foot
Some are almost in skates
Aren't there rules for this thing?
Aren't we all in the same race?
We seem to be color coded
We seem to be sponsored by something...some group
We seem to be ahead of some others
We seem to be behind of some others
I don't want to keep doing this
I don't see the point of running but,
What if I refuse to run ?
Refuse to compete
What if I help someone another one tripped?
I did not approved this,
did not condone this
I will not play their game, their competition
I will search for another path
I'm sure there are others
I see them nowthey're asking me to join them
In their side, where their is just one race
I guess my mind races also
This is yellow, this is blue
This is green, this is red
Everything is as it has been
Don't try to change it
Every color to each box
Don't ever try to mix it
Nothing is black and white
Or perhaps it is, don't you get it?
No color outside it's line
Thats what they always say
Everything is colourcoded
Although they say is colourblind
There are not different tones
They find not use in those
No colour outside it's box
Those are the rules, do you get it?
You ask me,
how can you be happy and sad?
Or Joyful and mad?
All at the same time
It’s pretty easy, I say,
Easy as seeing my parents
In the screen everyday
for my city I fled
and I don't get to hug them
But they're fine, you see
and that makes me happy
and my friends live their lives
as well as I live mine
and their news make me smile
make me joyful and then perhaps mad
for I wish I could be there
and I know that can't happen
So, yeah perhaps I'm mad
cause I have no future in my land
but I'm happy where I am
and the contradiction starts
So, I'll make peace with my mind
let my feelings aside
I'll be thankfull for what I got
and shut everything aside
— The End —