What do I feel, or don’t feel?
Do I still feel?
If you fall, let yourself fall
And there’s no one to catch
Who to blame? You or the society?
Because yes love is just another form of society
How many times you were done with your lego house?
But then an angry kid smashed it down
Force you to start over
Until you don’t feel like starting anymore
It’s like living with your lego house in pieces
Or maybe living is not even a sufficient word anymore.
But hey cut the crap,
This is just some rare moment,
when you actually feel. again.
