I have smothered in the narrowness of your minds
I have despaired along your vacant aspirations.
My heart has splintered through you indulgence
My soul has crushed under the wastefulness of your views.
Every day, every night.
I dare say there is nothing but unfairness
In the direction of the line.
I have now drained all the reasons
To carry on with the mascarade
Now, would you please pack up your wretched boxes
Your miserable picture frames,
And give me back the stolen time,
The years, decades of ignorance ?
At least, let me enjoy the time ahead
To quietly sit through your gesticulations.
No, don’t give it back, I’m taking it.
For here and now, no one else can reside.
Franck Joseph
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