truth

doesnt work

you are there

i am here

and

i still believe

but we were

seperated

by birth.



bourgeois girls and boys

dont know love

we only know

comfort and boredom that follows




depression and boredom

is luxury

and it is our mother and our father

and it is repetition



why bother to escape your fate

what you were born into

why you suffer your poor self



everything is a lie

and we can only hope that there is something

out there




the last time we thought it was the last and final

and it wasnt

and it wont be



we will have affairs

and we will be bored


we will envy others

who will envy us

we will all be jealous and ugly

and then we will be bored



it is repetition



and i am a fool





it is our mothers and our fathers

and we will become mothers and fathers

and our children will follow

and the comfort will last if we are lucky currency wise

but the boredom will follow anyhow