24

dreams stolen
too much wasted time busy
with others business
winning something from this or not
the equilibrium we need
is broken

people walking towards their lives
and people stuck
with the head confused
knowing no where to go
and no time for this too

here or we work or we live
but why should we stop taking care of our existence on this earth
much are conformados
for the days that does not last more than 24
we are about to rot
and they does not care
we are just slaves
with no space for reflection

why would they wish us to think?

see,
there has to be some harmony
divide well to conquer
to not want only your own success
but everyone elses
we all deserve
deserve liberty
we all deserve rest
equal to the working days
for we are not machines
we are about to rot
a mass settled, confused,
full and drowning in themselves
abused in all the ways
and getting used to it
for there are no more dreams inside their heads
only that life is what it is, miserable
and we can not do nothing about that

open your eyes
we are all leashed, locked and stolen
we are not evolving
we have no control
we are only losing

losing sensibility
becoming mechanical

it is about time to rearrange it all
to accept the end has come
to take the burden off our backs
to sense the waning of a phase
to let go and restart

time is the mother of it all
nature is the keeper
by not respecting them
we are not respecting ourselves.