We live in a society where there are so many voices. Like an enchanted world filled with myriads of nightingales full of
promises and hopes and wishes for a life of many years and happy days.
And you and I, and every one
from the provinces, or the cities, or the country, we are the sleeping beauties of
our life. But we might know it already, someone has put a prize on our heads.
To sacrifice yourself for your dreams is one thing,
and your dreams to be killing you, is another.
We live in a magical world
where the lights, the flags, the fireworks and parades, the speeches and the handshakes may divert our sight away from the fact that there’s one and only goal underneath it all, to put us in the game, that it's going to make our life better, to promise me, to promise you to consume our soul.
And when it finally gets us hooked in, controls the pain of our hope, but that’s not enough you see, with kind, gentle words (the system) takes us by the hand and makes us a family-man, a mortgage payer, a depended consumer drowning in needs, in loans...
And just right when we say things have changed and we rise the glass and cheer,
It takes over, steals our dreams and murders them.
And you and I, we either put our heads down and continue working for the system, without a word, without a question, or we get excommunicated and labeled ‘mentally unstable’.
