Another day, another morning, you wake up with no urgency at all inside you
You just open your curtains and look at people being through your window
No effort at all to provide, you are just an extra piece in a living scenery
Everything was there when you were born, it won't change when you'll be gone
How little we all are, almost useless in the center of a disguised nothingness
Realize once and for all, you're just another drop in a self devastating ocean
Look at yourself in this mirror and contemplate all these marks on your face
Day after day, you empty yourself more and you wither without any real influence
You must bear the weight of this defeat in these eyes which nevertheless hope
We would all have liked to be born without any form of self-awareness
br/>Living simply like animals responding to their primal instincts
Everything would be much simpler that way, yes everything would have been much simpler that way
We wouldn't have to carry this burden of life leading to this nausea
Preventing us from living and enjoying every present moment...
Alone at your table, nobody to speak with, staring at all this mess around you
br/>Counting hours passing and waiting stoically for the end of that cursed day
Nobody remaining at your sides but just wastes and your own mortal emanations
They all remind you that routine of life gnawing slowly all your bones and soul
And wrecking that own free will to take part in all these kind of absurd scenarios
Finally, your stomach starts yelling, it's time to feed all that mass of living flesh
Maybe, tomorrow will be a better day and this time it will be worth waking up
So your hands start crawling towards your cutleries (sic) like trembling filthy worms
Sorely you hold them tight like a little bird bringing painfully its prey to its nest
Enjoy the flavor of tasteless dead matter decomposing in your slobbery mouth
Now, it's time to foster your sociality (sic), bring back some fuel in that suffocating home
You must convince yourself you're above all of them to keep that faith towards life
You want to be nourished by complaints and weeping;
You want them to beg for your help
Domination is the key: ruling over their minds will help you to reach the end of the day
So you start visiting your usual places and take part into (sic) countless futile conversations
Walking back home, now you pray your legs to not leave you once and for all
Focused on your feet, you try to avoid the sharp stones and curious staring eyes
Let me introduce you other (sic) humans running after the same fatuous ideals
Begging for recognition , assuming their irresponsibility and ready to muck you
So be the first one at the starting line, don't hesitate to shove them and welcome glory

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