Holes of emptiness

You may close your eyes, now
And say that nothing matters
All the dreams you once looked for
Are dissolving in the air

Now, you know they don’t respect
Your most primary wishes
So you feel a stream of anger
Growing in your arms

They’ve sucked from you
Every single drop of kindness
Carved holes of emptiness
They’ve guided you
Through slow highways
To nowhere

Make your own decisions
Chose your own illusions
Make it real, now!

Hold your breath once more
You’re feeling light like feathers
And all the dreams that you once lost
Are coming back again

Every time you seek for answers
You get laconic whispers
It seems nobody cares
It seems nobody shares

You may not close your eyes now
Because you really matter
In spite of smokes of lead
You’re flying now

Make your own decisions
Chose your own illusions
Make it real, now!