Walking

Walking

To be someone
You have to be
Whatever you
Do want to be
But in this world
Of inequality
There's always something
Which blocks us to be

To find yourself
You do not need to wait for death
To find yourself
You just need to be really alive

Life we don't find
In fact, we don't have it
Becoming desperate
Following the past
Guiding us to the future
With a terrible lack
A lack of sense
A lack...
Lack of us.

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