Do you choose to believe the lies of your surroundings
out of conformity and convenience? Are you like me?
Are we not a Plexiglass window breaking apart but one suicidal
character standing on the edge? Will you remember?
Will there be no recognition of who you were when the universe
came to an end and you were the saviour? How many times?
How many ways are there to degrade ourselves and pummel
the others deep into the ground? Do you even know?