Is it strange ? Is it abnormal ?
It sure feels like it...
The world is desperation. The world is sad. The world is human material. We made it. It's our picture in the mirror...
But I keep dreaming. I keep hoping. I want to hope. I want more. A goal, and a meaningful life.
Is it wrong to be a dreamer ?
Reality is knocking on my door. Do I have to fall into line, to forget all my thoughts, all my ideals ?
Do I have to be someone else ?
To find a nice little job and a simple life with a simple home and a simple death ?
Do I have to feel better? To enjoy a life without beauty ?
I don't know... What I sure know, is that I'm still thinking "more, more & more". I won't feel fine with inegalities, injustices. I won't feel despair.
I'm gonna succeed. Or I’m gonna die trying...
And ... what about you ?