You feel it, you fear it, you fight it;
And you wish to push it down to the throat of the culprit
But when do you feel the heat
Of an injustice, an unfair act?
What makes you fear some thought?
And why do you strive for that only one truth to be sought?
Chokes me to find my inability, my weakness
To let go off my privileges,
And to harness my needs
Brimming it before it turns suicidal
And blinds itself to those unimportant dreams
Floating in the middle
What we strive for, is what we’ve suffered from
And that’s where our civilization flows in the false storm.
We were ruthless butchers once
We are sensitized civilians today
But that’s where we do not end
Because if evolution exists, it’s part of our present.
Evolve that I can break my beautiful mirror
Evolve that I can discomfort towards disorder
Evolve that I begin such evolution in me.