I dreamed all night long on the things we earn from trying to get our skin saved through these lines and in these streets but the end is harsh when there's no more anger but self-importance.When there's no more debate but your self-satisfaction, aggressions for communication or answers as questions. What is this will to pretend to be different when everything around us looks like stories we've learnt by heart or when this difference is so codified and marked? Between loyal supporters and disciples, we can't distinguish the original from the copy - no need to think anymore when you#re sure to be right because credibility is acquired in folklore as if we all have to earn something. Our nice promises held by a false humility simply, results in an organized chaos as if it was dictating us what to do, who to love or who to stone. But if you decide to leave, no one will be there to dissuade you. Then if you fall, there's always a way to restart. So you can keep on dancing, walking on a wall or building a tower. I won't neither deal with it, nor suceed at it. "Love each other" or "be with us or against us" are good for those who need their daily mea culpa dose. But if you fall, this wall becomes the Babel tower a weeak and fragile building built by people who speak the same language but who are unable to understand each other.
Lights, or shadows, spoiled chldren or brothers of misery… In spite of this line that goes through us, none of these sides are neither good nor evil. So, where's the good side while as sarcastic and selfish as we are it is often impossible to find a seat?Ī Single false-step is enough to shift anything from black to white. And using the other side somestimes too often that leads to the unability to see individuals who'd be ecstatic tomorrow. We walk along both sides io this wall using one of them sometimes too often that leads to the unability to recognize individuals who showsed empathy yesterday. We still dance on a wall with one step foreward and one step backward.
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