Rebellion

The shops are nice, you can afford it all

but you tell the street beggar

that you do not have a coin

You do not

Just a credit card,

maybe if he sings or dances like a street musician,

you know, clownish art,

you would find that coin

Especially if someone you need to impress is nearby

However, you are responsible and well-budgeted

for other entertainment and

good bras for your fake dingdongs

bigger lips, vehicles and nice holidays

captured for your profile pictures here and there

They lift your self-worth up

You live, or try,

on Golden Lion Street number 1

and invite many. No thank you

Not this week, but next week, sale is on

You have so many things, so important,

on loans really, but hell, who uses cash these days?

All these fancy buildings

Divided in tiny apartments behind the walls

Many are sleeping tightly behind their sealed windows

Others try to cut the cursed robes and unleash

They saw the burning flame is running on the nearby river

Its favorite words are “At least”

At least the stars are burning like it somewhere

More flames join, sparks from a cig

Throw the cigarette in the perfected river

Silenced by the reflection of the water

It could not care less, it challenges thee

To be planless

At least, we can call your sleep forgetting to fit mediocrity

At least, we can excuse it with your newly found power

But deny it all together for you are immensely holy,

just perfect

If you just knew, you are loved regardless

Have your masquerade and master perfection

Give nice performances

At least, it is less painful than choking

on smoke and illusion and realism

One day you might get it all

Then give it up

Then your eyes will unfold from its dead cocoon

and finally become interesting.