You're lost. The day you lost a child's curiosity, you got lost. You stopped asking yourself the why of everything new that you discovered, and you lost the ability to respond to new questions, new situations, new moments. To new challenges. You sold your curiosity and bought old formulas, solutions from the past for modern problems. You never asked yourself "why" again. Why so. Why now. Why.
Why they say, and do, and wait or delay. Why the train passes and nobody gets on it. Why no one gets off it. Why do the same people always talk and the same people always keep quiet. Why do they riot during peace and remain silent during war?
Why do they teach you to read with your ears, to move in a herd, to speak the last one and in a low voice. To learn a "why" and not to ask it again. Why?
Why do you only see one smile and no longer distinguish the sincere from the evil. Why it matters who says it and not what it says. Why solutions to easy problems are complex.
You got lost, you were sold, you were assimilated. Now you shout with permission, you protest in a low voice and you cry in solitude. You lost your innocence, you forgot your claws, you stopped thinking. You walk through your wagon on the train that will take you to Santa Klaus.
Because you're not guided by what you believe, but by what they made you believe. You accepted their sermons, you trusted in their judgments, with their branches you built your foundations.
Your left hand knows what's on the right. Their opinions are your law. Their faces are on your coins. Their lyrics in your songs.
Why? Look what you've become now. What's left of you?