Lost
Lost.
I always felt that I was lost.
Lost in my own thoughts.
Air-headed,
Alien from the moon’s planet,
Outside the outside world.
Why I feel that I’m so lost?
Why I can’t just pick every opportunity,
Every single signal?
People say what I have to do,
But most of times I can’t listen
Or just don’t understand
And nobody knows how to repeat.
In such a world full of voices,
In a such organic society,
Why can’t I just be myself,
And let others be them?
Why can’t I just work well on my own?
I can’t collapse.
I’m being lazy, aren’t I?
Please, don’t say that I need to rest.
They won’t give me rest.
Is it useless to pray for hope?
Is it useless to speak the truth?
Is it useless to say that the people from my country are
Stupid, stupid, stupid
Lazy, lazy, lazy
With a high ego and a brief memory?
Is it useless say that this weight I carry is
Consequence of these lazy government?
Copyright © Cyber Ghost | Year Posted 2019
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