To my mind, to my body, and to my soul
With a pen in hand,
And no thoughts wondering my vacant head,
I start to wonder why is life so lifeless,
And why do we choose to be miserable instead,
It is a frequent notion that runs through my mind,
One that suggests our happiness is chained,
Solely by the image we desire to find
Nowadays there are no hello’s,
There are no goodbyes,
There are no how are yous
Nowadays, superficiality rules
There has been an evolution,
A change in our relationship,
With nobody but ourselves
The only faulty, however,
are the men behind the screen,
They control our every thought,
Forcing us to intervene
We are never left alone,
Our mind is our worst enemy,
We reach harmful limits
Reedeming to this pointless supremacy
Those countless hours spent,
In front of a reflection,
Represent our tireless search
For unachievable perfection
We sob, we scream,
We rumble in pain
But all of those efforts
Are sadly in vain
In vain, since our minds
Still vacant, still sore
Could never be happy
Stubbornly asking for more
It is sad to belief
That there’s no more to us
Than a nostalgic reminiscing,
Of a past with no flaws
Those untroubled good days,
Where our essences flaunted,
Allowed that reflection,
To never be haunted
There are many right now,
who refuse to accept,
that a happily ever after,
requires no debt
No debt from your mind,
No debt from your body,
No debt from your soul
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