I stand here, in front of an invisible man
and I wonder, how excruciating is the thing I am
legit confinements that had to be insignificant, are not.
That is the relationship between people
nobody wants to be truly loved
nobody wants to be free
no one can be satisfied
no one can be right.
Failure has become a syndrome
failure has come to be truly a human.
What is it that has to be like this?
Each time you say you will do better, you do, but still, you are wrong
you are unsuccessful.

that is us
that is what we made of it