Fancy

And they all go out in their bikes feeling unique, but they’re just like another brick. They take pride in the name of advancement, but have left desolated continents and still keep exploiting’em. And they’re too busy to know you, to get out of the zone that drowns them, cause they have embodied the character, so serious and cult. And now a ship crosses oceans with shoes and fruits to suit endless satisfactions. Earth used to lick water, it poured out of mountains, now there’s only money and cement left, that’s how we buried our talents and skills. They’re all a face mask on demand, and there’s no place to run away, the train is so expensive, a lifetime will be needed to get out of this place cause you were born in debt to the government. The snow and the rain have hidden the playful game, and the brave ones have left a life behind, anything is better than this, and some others are just stuck in a loop, a four wall room with the future so known and predicted, a simple way of living they call, an organized quiet life, but the epiphanies will keep knocking doors hopping they let some wind in to move things, to give a sense of life to a still reckless space that thinks that’s it, we’ve achieved the highest point of human kind evolution and we are free beings. Capitalism is so shameless, is a joke in the face, a sick cycle that laughs mean while it gets staffed in pain and suffering, in herds with lost eyes that are humans, or cows, or sheep, isn’t them all the same? Meat.