Mirror Of The Society.

Until where does we lose objectivity
And have time for ourselves, for our own mirror?
We all want to project things
From our souls on the others,
in a greater or lesser degree,
And in some special instants life gives us.

Gives us to enjoy, but we waste.
Gives us to use, but we lose.
Gives us to love, but we loathe.
Gives us for our need, but we complain.
And in the end, we say that we have nothing, and never had.
Oh, what a lie.

This can be a wonderful moment of complementarity,
In which urges someone or some light
With the pieces you needed most to finish a puzzle,
But it can be the beginning of a war,
In which someone put the finger on the wound
Or some darkness enter you.

There is a chock of reality,
A chock between who you really are
And who the society demands you to be.

The war is the mirror of the society,
Is the mirror of what the world is nowadays.
The television is the result of what we became,
And what we can become.
And even,
How we can unleash ourselves without having how to amend.
Oh, we are in a dead end.