A mirage, the simple mirror of illusions
The illusions which we consume slowly
This mirage are pretty lights
This mirage is a fog

But with each day we forget
Forgetting is a part of it
We forget what we were
And we only see what we are

Walking undead, we laugh at people
These ones never tried to enter
The endless dream in which we wish to stay
The dream in which we want to laugh at them

We won’t live long enough to laugh for real
We will just laugh because we can’t stop
We will run, jump and procreate
Because this is just a part of it

Why leave? It is so good in here
In the cocoon which we built
A box, a torch, a stick and a factory
We won’t know what is beaufiul

Some consume just one
But some consume all of them
We get injected bullshit
We continue to inject all the rest

What am I? A ghost?
A walking undead upon the Earth?
Am I only a plant which has to be consumed by others?
Or am I just a human being?