Life in Motion

People walk, moving around

They talk like there’s no surround

Sounds of laughter and howl

Faces like those of ghoul



The walls are cold and stingy

Lies, doubts cover the grounds so dingy

The air is tainted with conspiracy

And souls of men are filled with uncertainty



Listen! To the clacking of those heels

Of people with no aim to seal

The sound of mindless contemplation

Of goals not worth a dedication



People live without ever living

Walk through their paths so misleading

Chained to the ground to the sky to the sea

While those who are free are called crazy



See! The living deads with their pride

Deluded, the world is on their side

Claiming they are kings of the world

Thinking they worth more than a pot of gold


People carrying their weapons

Their pockets wedged with ammunitions

Some die slowly some brutally

And all will do eventually



They stack a pile of bricks and call it home

Fly like a bird in a flock and say it’s freedom

Filled their houses with silvers and papers

Contented, they think they’re scrapers


They fight when they’ve forgotten their aim*

They are looking for anyone to blame

For the misery that comes within themselves

And questions that they’ll bring to their graves

-me

*George Santayana