I did not know that life could be so slow
When I was young
I did not understand that I was going to make my own nightmares come true
I could feel it but I did not listen to myself
Twenty five years later, Here I am trapped
Into a roleplay, I am always the loser making other people’s silly dreams come true
Other people’s agenda is ruling my life
Every day I fight either to change or to survive
Another day but time is running out and soon it will not matter anymore
I wish to leave it all behind and walk like a man free of burden feeling the warm sand under my feet and hear the eternal roar of angry waves hitting the stones at midnight
Schibolet 