There are days when I feel bad, out of energy and strength Everyday problems wear me down The world won't stop spinning Just because I'm sad
Mourning dwells in my soul Feeling of loneliness A dark and deep hole, Emotional emptiness
I fall apart Asphyxiated by the apathy My poor misunderstood heart Scorn has sprouted on it savagely
Everyone will continue to wake up, Every morning to reboot the program, perform their recurrent duties, and do what society expects from them
They pass next to me... In front of me... Behind me... None of them cares about who I am
Cold automatons With no chance to enjoy their own lives Others have already decided for them Like busy bees, they work for their hives
Some return me a smile Some look away Faces we see everyday, yet they don't leave a print in our consciousness In our subconscious, perhaps... It's just meaningless images, coming and going
Is this really the most evolved species that walks on the surface of this planet?
I doubt it.