PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008
Life has become so expensive that one must consult the soul's bank,
Request an imaginary credit,
To allow the illusion of being happy with a touch of fame,
And, when it fades, negotiate a new scenario.
With each transaction, anguish prolongs,
The weight of failing to evolve,
Trapped in the vicious circle of a legendary mafia,
That does not allow the soul to truly smile.
There is no space to be the free bird,
To fly freely, to protect the future of one's kin,
And when the time comes, to be welcomed
With the respect deserved, by their own actions.
But life, with its inflated price,
Offers only instalments of a purchased happiness,
And in the ceaseless quest for more, each dream is mortgaged,
While freedom becomes an unfulfilled promise.