Many times I have earned glory

Only to be paid with suffering further

Many times I have been wild with joy

Only to be pained a thousand times deeper

Many times I have seen rainbows after storms

Only to have my soul torn apart

Many times I have gotten closer to happiness

Only to be rewarded a bruised heart

Where are we all going?

Who could hear my burning questions?

What has dignity become?

Who would console my roaring agitation?

We should all look for reasons

To act like just everybody else

Or should we break this prison

Stride forward

With broken limbs but determination

Many people are running

But never leave

Many people are living

But as if they were dead

Many people claim to love

But push each other apart

Many people laugh

But with tears hiding in the dark

Where are we all going?

Who is wise enough to face the truth?

What has life become?

Who is old enough to read our palms?

We should all look for excuses

To live the way we did yesterday

Or should we spring wings

Fly away

With gleaming fury but dazzling dreams

To be, rather than to seem

To decorate time with life

To make time with civilizations

To live, until we die