Inescience.

most of the times living in here
I feel like talking to a door
it feels like a broken vinyl being played
repeatedly playing the same part forever
feels like a parallel world where nothing goes forward
for living only inside the own square
I try, but they does not listen
so they can not learn
and I guess they never will.

most of the times
I just want to bring the goodness and learning
from inside of me to others
but how can I do that if they have their eyes shut,
their mouth speaking the same ignorant shit
over and over again
in a infinite amount of pride and fear?

only by analysis and reflection about what we do
we can move forward
and forgive ourselves
without this, every day is exactly the same
amount of mistakes, guilt and alienation
a cup empty of love and full of inescience
no light in your despair
in the routine of 'wishing only the worst you lived to your own'

I can not help who does not want to helped.
we can only grow when we allow it wittingly.