
Uncaring. You consume the oxygen. Motion. Without direction. Abandonment. Punishment. The shoulds annihilate life. They dominate the souls that awaken dreams.

Resistance. You listen. To voices. You don't let the words pass through you. You are a watchman.
In sanctuaries that only you kneel.
Enlightened by dark. Generously sharing shadows. Mass. Settlers. In their world. They look alive.
In a roller coaster. In an amusement park. Fastened. In Life. In a carved route. Restricted movements. The wind brings the the illusion of freedom. Steep turns. Watered by adrenaline. You lose the horizon looking for the sky. It's not enough.
You may not climb. You may let the others. Just live. Once. On a beach. Here it is. The litlle cloud.

The walk in the world is lonely. Adventure. Without the charm of discovery. A survival raises. You don't have its taste. Indifferent. In life. Breath without love. Crowd that fill its hours with its days. Colorful cans. In the garbage dump.

With your eyes open it's hard not to see. Without the fireworks of your mind you live like a child. The images hug you. They dress you with color and aroma. And the others, the black and white. They snap joy from the inside of you. They make you an attorney. An accuser of your own shade. Innocent - guilty. Lost. You grew up in the big prisons.