While facing our past mistakes

Projected as some sort of distorted sense

While looking among idealistic dreams

Hidden between lies and romantic beliefs 

While deciding one path among hundreds

Obscure by the indecision of one's desires

There is doubt, a human intrinsic condition

The fuel of our instinctive persecution

Between the faces of moral trust and truth

Double indemnity arises as an indispensable tool

Lying to yourself becomes an irresistible redemption

Indiscernible to humans, insignificant to others, inevitable destruction

Have we become ephemeral beings of unreliable nature?

Abandoned with the bitter taste of accepted failure

Who determines the traces of our footsteps?

Who will save me from death when I choose to stay?

The gods will squirm in their virginal faith

And blame us for our excess of absurd despair 

But I said to them, 

I am not insane, I am just myself


Thanks Caro for the inspirational photo