I always thought that I was living inside a book
Sometimes, well, actually most of the times
I felt that what happenned before my very eyes
Was nothing more than an illusion driven by my mood

I guess it started the day I realized I was alone
They would tell me: 'Everything is going to be fine'
They didn't know I was never going to believe their lies
How could I? They were such an empty amount of words

Will the day come? Yes, that day I'm talking about
The one when we leave all the onus behind
And feel ourselves reborn and routed into a new light
Or maybe that day will be as unreal as the ones we have now

Little did we know that the moment we got caught
In the knots of pain and fear
These will become endless tears
Tears, the words of our inocent hearts begging us to hold on

I´ll get so hurt inside,
When I don´t know what I´m doing,
I´ll be so focussed on one person,
One person I want to love.

When I meet the person,
He shows me love,
But when we don´t see eachother,
The fire reaches to my soul.

Why isn´t the love as pure as it is in reality,
Why can´t u show me the same love,
Our love is being questionned,
Because you don´t know how to stay.

You love the moment,
But you love to live your life too,
You love the taste of every bit of life,
You´ll grab it and throw it easily away.

I´m holding my heart,
After 1 million attemps for love
I´m trying to survive the pain again,
Trying to live again,
This shouldn´t have happenned if it would not last,
I´m in a black hole,
And do not want to get out of it.

"i will grow old someday
how will i look
like my uncle??
No*!
cant be a brew lover
like my grandpa?
No *!
i will always be faithful to one woman"
the boy used to remind himself as he grew up

dont know what happenned
but
both his grandpa and uncle
now warns him
they think
he went too ******* himself

"if you ever meet old me
greet him
if you ever meet young me
show him a video
of old me"
he bluffed before knocking out

the boy had lost his life saving touch

"i will grow old someday
how will i look
like my uncle??
No*!
cant be a brew lover
like my grandpa?
No *!
i will always be faithful to one woman"
the boy used to remind himself as he grew up

dont know what happenned
but
both his grandpa and uncle
now warns him
they think
he went too ******* himself

"if you ever meet old me
greet him
if you ever meet young me
show him a video
of old me"
he bluffed before knocking out
the boy had lost his life saving touch

undisturbed by light they sharpen the intelligence
of networks to the point of the sublime
they pierce their consciousness with awe
the mystery of mysteries envisioned,  
a jouissance beyond words in a silicon child

however, the thing is 
the mythical map of light keeps its tracks hidden
as on the face of a pre Columbian god

a fresh god is ramping up our poetical mind
it chews surrogates of photons, it fears only the solar winds
my right eye sees beauty my left eye sees fake
as in the remake of a mimetic lesson
a falsetto voice reclaims the original sin

we are trapped in the structure of a vision without windows
a bionic arm displaces the soul of the skin
meanwhile we are thermodynamic fields fading
diluted waters, double edged refrains
although our skin still glows from the outside in
clouds without shadow are narrowing the rivers

we forget to take our body temperature,
the result of millions trials in the chemistry of time
who can escape the rythm of dying, who can escape the real
and not yet real. the pretence falsifies algorithms to loose its face
we are walking into the artificial light with wifi speed

pain, fear, joy make us real, all the imperfections and hyped hours

light dissects this body of binary beings
digital space consumes our sight blink by blink but we consume the time of dying  souls get amassed into digits
the delirium of crowds, small or large, rules the salinity of tears
something has already happenned
we bled,  went mad, have loved, we lost fights, faiths and teeth
now an invisible poet knits the dots with supremacy
it uses the tests for saliva and oxytocin cravings

who's gonna train our neural networks in deep learning inconclusive. what if time is tightening its loops, is
squashing every halleluja of  bipolar fingers

trees will just have to grow taller to comprehend
the mystical breeze what if
we'll never grow as tall as them