Oblivion

Barely shadows of our time,

Can’t keep up and fall behind,

Run of things that never change,

Different shapes, but they’re the same.

It feels strange. To know ahead

There’s no mercy for the dead,

What has lead us to the end

Are those things that we pretend

Can buy. There is no why

We try to stop the passing by

Of our lives instead of take

Away the mask that makes us fake.

The shadows are, but they are shades

That cut our skin like clipping blades

And we persist to water down

The inner us for cater crown;

We seek for diamonds and for gold,

We take for granted what they’ve told

And ceased to think with our mind,

Yes, can see but we are blind,

And we can talk, but rarely speak

Against injustice that goes deep

In our world, in our times,

To be awake became a crime.

We stand as forms and nothing more,

The empty spaces from the core,

We crave for freedom, but enslave,

We dish the spirits while they fade.

What we have no knowledge of,

Is that can’t redeem what’s lost,

Once it passes and it’s gone,

Cannot take back what you’ve done.