Slowly sinking... Sinking all of us. In this suffocating drought of thinking.
Choking on infective vanity stuffed in our throats everyday
All that's left in memory reminds us freedom.
Freedom from foolishness and bliss of consciousness...
Ever felt so apart that you questioned your purpose in living?
Ever thought is there a meaning in all that theater?
Is there a place for me in this stall full of competing cattle?
Are we meat for someone's dinner? A sham for others to enjoy?
When socially accepted becomes your choice and aim of life
Or a list full of double-faced creatures means more than to remain yourself.
Congrats! You are now one of them! Take your step towards proclaimed ambition
Take a seat on a contrived throne. I hope this crown of thorns fulfills your existence.
And this feast adorned with promises and lies will be your gallows rope...
