why do we have to be like this
why is povertys so tragic
broken self-promises
broken dreams
broken lives
broken schemes
is this life?
is this what you call life?
if this is life
then the rich should die
why can't we go to a place we want to go
why can't we be the one we want to be
stolen self satisfaction
stolen dignity
stolen chances
to live a life we want to live
we laugh
pretending to be satisfied
but deep inside
we cry
our hearts are on their knees
praying for death
why can't i see a single indication
of abundance and profusion
mixed joy and tears
mixed hate and fears
asking why we're here
why
i'm hallucinating
my ground is hostile and breaking
making a wave of confusions
why do we have to live through confusions
instant reaction
series of realizations
that we will stay here forever
broken forever
2004.09.03_O07-01_stolen institution
