Sometimes I want to leave this century

Most of the time I want to go to an age when people are just genuine and happy

Sometimes I compare myself to the “Great Depression”

Most of the time, I’m always with this recession

Sometimes I get jealous of the Berlin Wall

Most of the time I’m thinking, when will mine fall?

Sometimes I envy Wars that ended

Most of the time I’m thinking, when will the War inside me be disconnected?


No time to feel emotions

Because there are other options

No time to acknowledge sorrows

Because it is just too narrow

No time to adjust for fun

Because if I do that, I need to catch-up

No time to heal what I feel

Because I’ll just drown and sink

No time to say this out loud

Because there is no sound