A society of resigning individuals
stares at the sun through grey clouds
and the cobweb of air planes' vapour trails
Empty faces with white eyes
on their way to the meaningless challenges of everyday
So obsessed by the thought of being, that they forget to exist
and ignore the few living ones
that rush like orange lightings between the grey mastodons
Bluish-white violet turquoise and green spots of light
are being overlooked by a society so intent on fixing a system
that is full of lies anyway
while I just sit and feel hot for the radiator
They can make the most beautiful silver cutlery
but buy plastic in K-Mart
Without dreams and with a feeling of the deepest worthlessness
At the corner of their existence
they sell their life cheap to the first bidder
But we put on the gloves
clap our hands
and run down the stairs
Now it's fun to go shopping!
