HYPOCRISY
Meeting each other,
Choosing another
We simply look up the circle of faults
Acting like others,
Smiling like brothers
We turn into manufacturing moulds.
Hidden intentions
Lead us to tensions:
Pain of invisible soul is strong.
With my heart open
I feel forgotten
As if I've done something terribly wrong.
Life is bypassing
And I feel nothing
Trying in vain to have got any clue
Where I should go,
What I must know,
Many are smart but the wise very few.
Something is missing -
But it’s sufficient -
That’s not somebody's but obviously mine:
I've crossed the road
You shouldn’t go...
I have been shown the way and the sign.
Meeting each other
Treat me like brother
Or like the Lord or whoever you want!
Wish is sincere,
No more fear,
Habits insist to forget... but I don't.
I don't forget it
And never let it
Change for some others my point of view…
…Neighbors are yawning,
Sunrise is dawning...
Getting much older I feel something new.
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