A terrifying world that presses us,
overwhelms us,
shrinks us
every minute.
A world of terrifying dreams
that we must continuously control,
accepting its darkness as a simple fog ...
surrounded by so much uncertainty
and so much despair.
We turn our mind
into a great illusions machine
to embellish,
remaking the destroyed,
building that does not exist,
discovering a sky
in an infinite space.
A mechanized mind
that binds us to the earth
as if we will not leave,
clinging to a myriad of obstacles
despite our freedom.
A imagined freedom,
wasted in years of lies,
of emptiness and loneliness ...
accompanied only by someone.
Fully controlled and under rules,
we wander around ...
between the morning shower
and the night's rest,
after a day of unreal actions
devoid of final meaning
that only sustain moments
that become years
and finally, in a lifetime.
Lifetime
in which the first question was:
Who am I?...
and the last:
Was I?.
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