Inside the black heart of stone jungles
Electronic matches were lighting up the sky.
The little man
Trampled in haste and in fear of becoming
an "extra".
On a palm of the street, which was grieving the sun,
The little man has closed his eyes
to cover his emptiness.
Techno-sapiens like to suffer
And compose the reasons for illness.
They never saw the moon,
Never.
They were too busy compressing their lives into archives.
They never saw the stars,
Wanderers through infinite ocean of secrets.
The little man was frozen inside
In the world that he didn't designed.
His own world could easily fit
inside his mobile device.
The little man has fallen on the ground,
Try to understand,
He had to.
He had to open his eyes
To see the sky above the industry.