Sculptures of varied race inflict the walk towards your way of life.
Giving you differences in shades of persona.
The mind does not wander but walks into goals without fear.
It is they who barricade you, even though your path is near.
Discouraging your vivid dreams of false ends.
Society, pulling you towards their trends.
Like a race in which you end up first or last.
Finish it soon, finish it fast!
A race in which you follow the pack.
No shortcuts , just stay on track!
Dead minds are controlled by society which makes them run.
It makes them believe there is no sun!
Our characters are programmed on this unforgiving earth.
Telling us what to do from birth.
Is there hope for artistic intelligence?
Hypocrites feared by social elegance.
Varied minds should end this race.
Even if the fearless fall with disgrace.
False mortals are reckoned with impure ways to sustain this system.
False mortals, who have no wisdom.
