Beyond The World.

Un-Hope Syndrome

I don't want to die

I don't want to cry

I hate the tears that are falling from my eyes

Living in crisis everyday

Small or big it is still a problem in some way

I feel like an outsider in my own home

And with home I mean the country where I come from

It's like living in a circus while you are a scientist

Or living with politicians while you are the hippie one

It is a small, boring world we live in

We live

We love

We hate

We wait

But nothing happens

Hope has died in the place where I was born

But still

I'm living on the spark of a star that I wished upon 

That maybe

Is just a broken satellite

That's all