Make believe poetry can send light to a darken world full of unholy souls.
Between the time of coming home and leaving down, to the streets,
your mind being in turmoil by the thick cold river of your obligations
there's something that could shot you dead of your daily nightmare.
Suggested you'll never want to see or know.
Like a dictatorship of the soul, you shall hear it in some
pink clouds that will appear whenever you're less in control.
For it is control that is glorified, you cannot see where's your mind.
Not there, I assure you.
Quite difficult to get beyond our daily habits.
To change you need to know how to justify it to whom thinks, knows you.    
Being that the very best changes are irrational and just you can feel it
you can become a stranger to your own self from then on.
Not good but inevitable, change is another beginning: your beginning.