Too many days
Too many exams
Too many loneliness
Too many ideas
surrounding books
filling up white follies

But, marks
too many tools
too many news
too many lies
too many constrictions
to make you
to make you doubt
to make you not trust
even you
even you imagining

Utopian
and you won´t need
yet newspapers to shout yourself
Utopian
and you will watch
them on screens

Utopian
you will think

Too many years
Too many shocks
Too many non-ideas
frustrated ideas
Too many days
lonely days
useless days
maybe smoking empty days
maybe smoking seconds
joint, smiles, empathy
maybe smoking you
maybe smoking yourself
maybe smoking your live
what **** about health?

Just five days more here
and then, five days more
and more, and more
And then?
Where five days more?
Will you spend it?
Will you smoke it?
Will you cry it?

Or                                        Utopian

Will you just live?