heritage

ancient ages framed my mind
still running through my fevered veins
there's no sense that we could find
the human fate remains a stain

'cause random signs became the words
that we can use to shape our souls
and we collide with high tech worlds
that do evolve beyond control

the human race it is rebuilt
into a myth of safe and sane
our selfish reason makes us kill
within a weird scientific frame

and virtually we miss the core
of who we really are and why
meditation at department stores
relieves us from a deeper lie

caught by economic aims
we cannot understand this place
in which we're thrown by fear and pain
since self-love broke up the whole race

we're chanced to think about that mess
at least there's some of us who are
until we lose our own interest
why share the light of just one star?

we use our luck to calm our fear
right at the cost of human lives
and at the cost of future years
without getting for what we strive

we're fooled just by ignored believes
that fuel the roots of our truth
we blame just others, call them thieves
and drown out our very dues

we think: “I think, therefore I am.”
and there we stop without a doubt
we're grounded by one human stem
but what that means is still blanked out...