Puppets

Puppets

Nights pass by, days come and go like a fly
time is limited, greed is unlimited and the truth is
prohibited. Everything is permitted. Eyes are shut all around
incognito under the white and black screen, everyone sees
no 1 feels. All brainwashed like school children, washing others
dishes like counting sheep. In a time where destination and journey
are the same, people fear for their names like some sort of vendettas.
Hope is what we can have faith is what we can stand for. In this endless
search for serenity that everyone thinks maturity is nothing but futility
at its best. And the ones who feel is afraid to reel in the truth. In the end
all are the same, everyone is ready to frame without a bit of shame.
All waiting for that day in which everyone can jump around like it's may.