StarDogs

Walking up this dirty street,
Districts of glamour and death,
Concrete thoughts in my throat.
Their souls don’t speak,
Their brains are glue,
The only thing that’s true
Is thick paint over their
Faces. And not only them.
They are a death or lie synonym,
Their soul death is the one
That comes through life
Like a horizon.
Their lying is the same
(All lies are the same).
I also lie, although I try
Not to, I’m not through..
‘Cause I’m a starving dog
Walking through the fog.

We are all in mental starvation,
In real soul starvation,
Coupled with silly (or no) education.
We’re that starving dogs,
Needing no money, feeling no pain
(Or just pretending to),
Growing here and now,
Trying to learn how
Make this place need us,
Either standing in a crowded bus
Or lying in the grass
Somewhere in the countryside,
Where, young and old,
Stars hide
And help us to decide
If this world is worth living in
Or leaving.
I prefer the first, what about you?
That way is not the worst,
It may be the hardest of all
Or not,
We’re all to choose our own life-plot.