The older I get
the more dreams shatter.
All those illusions
this world is fucked up
and I look at people
I look at kids
shocked
and I wonder
I keep wondering
one big disappointment
I don’t want to see this.
The older I get
the more I see the true forms of souls
without knowing how they took shape
they turn out to be lies
superficial
so much sorrow
and they run
they run after their purpose
one which is motivated intrinsically
individualists
egoists
egocentrics
or maybe eccentrically
puppets of the system
uninspiring
boring
pitiable
draw the line yourself.
Where can I fit here?
I cannot fit
how strange am I?
am I myself?
why is this keep getting worse?
my childhood
is falling into pieces
what once was
will never be again
fading in past tenses
lost in memories
things change
god. Things change.
people change
they will all not be
who they are today
so we have to enjoy their company
as long as we can bare it.
Hypocritical hedonists
there’s no such thing as a future
not as we picture it
what is it all for?
this is just a game
no winners
all just to spend time
to sit and watch
how things go by
or to do things
to see time go by
wtf
does this satisfy you?
com’on.
Fulfilling wishes
to think of new ones
living day by day
to get through the next one
when everything is fluid
instable constructions
do you still enjoy the ride?
does it make it even more exciting?
or do you want to settle?
don’t we all just wanna slow down?
relax?
discover something we can call home
and appease ourselves as we arrive there?
Empty talks
about reaching the impossible
what do we mean?
how do you spell contentment?
no, I’m asking,
how?
signifying
significant.
can we find bliss?
xxj
goddamnit.