Dairy Routine of the Human Machine

the habit of serving non grateful others

the never ending denial of reflection 

the acceptance of so much less than what is in fact deserved

the occult modern slavery by a softer name they call it

making it unfeasible, invisible

there is no resistance within this maze

the greatest absurd is the aged continued permission of it all

resulting only in sub existence

no one here knows themselves really

from up above, the puppeteers feast on it

the only way is to let the light in

in your minds

despite the deep darkness they forced you

you want to taste some kind of peace,

a temporary relief

because your wholeness is broken

but your will to live in a dignified manner

shines beneath all the masks

it is all right to give up of something

that does not brings you comfort

you will recognize yourself again

oh please, I beg

for who is on the other side:

tell them how is to live

infect their numbness with love, with clarity

before they succumb completely

into the heart of the nothingness

"it is just like that, there is nothing I can do"

that's the answer I receive the most 

when asked about why they keep on going so deep

on their own miseries

I am aware this is their background

still, drowned in fears of fears

but there is something more

do not close your eyes

to wake up, step on crooked lines

to eat up as fast as they can

and run all day long

making the same moves on the board

not having time for self

is the dairy routine of the human machine

the fear of stepping outside the box

is comprehensible

yet so, this is the only way to

let the light in...