PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008

There are personalities that resemble

Cartoons, exaggerated caricatures,

Lives that move in repeated cycles,

Without depth, without soul, just masked.

They should be inanimate,

Due to the lack of real mobility,

Without the pulse of authenticity,

Empty figures in a banal theatre.

They jump from scene to scene,

With rehearsed, predictable gestures,

But they lack the full essence,

That makes humanity something incredible.

On the screen of life, they are sketches,

Doodles without colour or purpose,

And in their farce, they live the illusion,

That movement is synonymous with emotion.

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