LIKE THE WIND TO THE DRY LEAVES

Something hides behind
the mask of
progress
that makes me
wonder
why are we always
messing up
everything.

We are now more
connected
than ever,
but have never
been more
narcissistic
and selfish
before.

We could be within
two days
anywhere in the
planet,
but have never been
more afraid to
leave our
living rooms.

Why?

It feels like
we are not really
in control.

NO WAY OUT WITHOUT KNOCKING DOWN THE DOOR

It is not about
death
no more.
It is about
those lives
not worth living
no more.

It is about those
gray zombies running
all around,
rushing to their
miserable jobs,
running away from
one crap
into the next
crap
in a crap
circle.

It is not about
death
no more.
It is about
those who don`t
live
no more,
and don`t let
live
anyone else
in peace.

It is about those
who tell you
that you are
wrong
when they are
wrong,
and hate you
when you have the
courage
to do what they
don`t dare.

That could be,
oh yeah,
the real
problem.