Творчество

All this information being mute
All this knowledge never being heard
It’s quite sad I felt in my heart
All those thoughts into space
All those conversations without having a voice
All those times we thought we didn’t have a choice
All this concealed pain
and lies told in vain
All those thoughts sent into space
All those drugs without
the works of it coming to fruition
Is this lust ?
Is this superstition ?
What’s wrong with my mind ?
Are my instincts right ?