Sense of Living

I paint a sense of colour To this black and white portrait which we living in, The new out come of straight hand drawn lines, Clumsy at first but as time continues I'll succeed, The mission in which we all live, The day by day struggle of ones needs, Government wants and all which exceeds, The pain of living, but we all asleep! Dreaming of a better life but waking up in a nightmare, The dark conception of reality, The lost identity as money feeds on our souls, The hell on earth, is this all living for? Man all the questions but we all wait and wait as we are the living, Death is coming, All we live for is to be slaves for the economical system, We all kings and queens We all greats, giants that step on each others dreams, Is it better to be small or big Its all part of perception in which we all live, The eye order, the soul taker The mind controller, Don't watch yourself get played, Be the player this is your game, Its all up to you! You have the power You just have to cut the wires and Be wireless to achieve maximum control, be bold! the sense of living since the beginning in my mind, all is deserving all of life is it me? Its the sense of living.