We are some,
Who don’t want to wait,
For a life after the 30.
Where a fundament is made,
And the glue dried out.
No!
I don’t want to life,
My life in the future.
No one can make me put away
Games and lust.
And save up for the hard times.
Imagine if we dared to believe.
That every times was good times.
That what we dream of,
In the reality,
Is a part of the reality.
Everything is possible.
But we don’t dare that.
We shut our mouths,
And at last it disappears.
And we have learned that you should,
Have something,
To fall back on.
And that’s what we spend our time on;
To guard ourselves,
Against crack and disasters.
That no one can promise,
Ever will come.
But what if?
And we evolve depression,
And bad habits,
And Prozac and shit.
Just because of nervousness for the thing,
We think is inescapable.
We have learned not to think about ourselves,
Because no one can love an egoist.
But I think about myself,
And no one can make me put away my needs.
‘Cause how can I,
Love anyone else,
If I don’t love myself?
And how shall I know,
What other people wants,
And need,
If I don’t know my own needs?
How can I help others,
If I don’t control a living shit,
Because I not think about myself?
Jesus Christ!
How have we become like this?! |
