A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008

I don't know what to do with myself,

I reject the current models,

I see life passing me by,

As if it were an endless echo.

I don't know why I'm here,

I reject the ignorant systems,

That promise what is not pure,

And distort the future in vain.

Evolution, a distorted fate,

But a fate different from the original,

With a corrupt, muffled tone,

That is seen but not sung in public,

A shadow of what is essential.

I get lost in the uncertainty of the path,

While the world advances blind,

I remain trapped in a design,

That will never surrender to the truth.

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