That we're frozen in our unchangeable moulds.
That we're unable to move the doors of time,
that we don't really know the meanings of can's
Only we define the coulds.
But what do know,
what to do
If we had the eternity to change
If we had the ability to make every black materia white
To make every tear a part of our hydrological system and therefore,
heal something,that's incurable-thirst of billion,loveless human being.
To offer something,we have,nevertheless, too much given, since we we're born into our frames.
To live,
to love,
to laugh
to give,
to thank
and most of all
to care.
But we lie in our untouchable ground. Under the tree of greed. And a cloud in the sky, which stays unnoticeable for us. We keep on chewing "our" so-called givings and live from paycheck to paycheck. We're frozen.
For eternity.
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