it’s all in my genes and upbringing
my hands and knees only keep shattering
under the pressure wanting to achieve
so many lives only in one
my shoulders are tense, my eyes are wandering,
when will i ever be competent enough to see
see through all these lies and normes
that society oh so highly holds,
so that the simple pity rotten man
can have a piece of a bread once a day?
that people are on the streets
in minus fourteen degrees,
and no one seems to care about a single higher thought,
that maybe, just maybe, this is not all that we have got.
where are the upper values, and the search of meaning,
could you ever focus on anything other than your „healing”?
your ideas and behavior absoutely do not intersect.
why do you treat my god with the utmost disrespect?
will you reach for the stars one day,
will you recognise, that there is another way?
how can you look in the mirror,
whising for everything else that you haven’t got,
when will you realise the importance of GOD?
szélölte 