Between the Bars
Is all knowledge just claims?
Is the entire world just an imagination of several individuals acting together, creating an imaginary reality? Who claims that this term well known as 'reality' should ever be called reality? What if it's called psychedelic, playing with our mind, building up insecureness to everyone of us. Challenging us.
What if the words, for real, had eachother's definitions, that the one thing really forbidden is reality. Because it is what makes us sick, it's the one thing creating life. Unwanted and precious.
Is it just a way to pass life unnoticed, without scars, without making any harm?
Who ever claims that this Who knows something at all knows actually nothing at all.
Languages will die,
history will change.
Scars will show up, no matter how much life experience you've got, ignorant of age, ignorant of race.
Scars will also heal, slowly, but always noticed, never noticed.
Always ignorant of age, always ignorant of race.
Children are not superior, yet they conquer the world. Elders are not superior, yet they have seen life, but they never tell, they forget.
That's the good part, it is left for imagination.
A manipulative illustration, relying on dreams.
Life on earth is ruined, forgot, regretted and repeated. Nothing can stop the force of life, even if you try by heart, more than once. Relying on rock bottom won't help your dreams, but will maintain everyone else's happiness, untouched and secured.
Until then, everyone you love is a hostage.
You will be told that you care.
I would tell you that you suck.
