Felling like a new born
I am maybe stubborn
I'm following my path
And I have all the rights I guess.

Challenging my options
I'm feeling kind of hopeless
I'm dying everyday
hoping to find my way.

And I realise
I cannot compromise
I just wanna take my time
and leave everything behind.

And I hope u don't mind
that I'm going to find
all that I have searched for years
but was hidden in my fears.

Sometimes we lose ourselves
and borrow different identities,
sometimes we fall apart
and embrace new ideologies.

Sometimes we lose our voice
and everything drifts away
we act as we somehow forget
that everything’s built on our choice.

Sometimes we forget who we are
that there’s something of higher importance
which should make us feel clear and right,
but sometimes our vision gets blind.

Sometimes we question ourselves,
end up by borrowing different selves,
because sometimes we lose our trust
and become as vanished as dust.

Sometimes we torture ourselves
with wrong thoughts and unreal dreams
we get caught in something I’d call
the one’s self abandonment act.

Wide eyed,
dense and intense,
Trying to climb
the ladder of hopes.

Strong and determined,
following the rules
we forgot how to stop
and think about values.

Humid blind,
we forgot how to ask
we forgot what to ask,
resigned humankind.

Threw up my garbage,
happy there's always someone
coming and picking it up
cause anyway what we all think
is who cares about the damage?

Progress is all that we want
and this world slowly becomes
a playground for our minds
programmed by the big guys.

Pulling my curtain away,
I check any visible sign
of something we once knew and worshiped
as ruling our majestic planet.

Superficiality,
Ignorance,
these are the words
that come to my mind
when I want to describe
what we strongly embrace
as the superior race.

And as time passes by
all that remains is a sigh,
but we still have the hopes
that we can transform into ropes.

Hoping I'll touch somebody's heart
I will continue to write
And hope one day we can unite
To put back up the work of art.

Contagious,
to the point of extinction,
Nerve racking,
Part of our own
subliminal illusion.

We have become poisoned
by the Social Media,
dehumanised,
unrealistic
and falsely optimistic.

Departed from our minds
structured like chemical products,
in this elusive society
that we embrace with blindness.

We have become strangers,
strangers in our own bodies
as old philosophies die
and we embrace the loneliness.

Experiments of corporations
muppets of governments,
products of our own minds.

Energies floating,
intestines bloating,

Hearts unfulfilled,
And lives not well lived.

How long do we still have?