I see more of me these days, the thoughts and emotions that have been locked up as I failed to recognize them, or maybe I did, I just did not had the time to feel it; the things I used to enjoy and kept me up all night but stopped because adulthood reminds me of the reality I am in and that the future has no room for a childish play; the moments I have always overlooked because I was so focused on what's ahead of me and what tomorrows have to offer. I have grown so much into an adult, shaped by society and reality, designed to take space in the practical world, doing a practical job, living a practical life. The future occupied me and the call to be an adult stressed me out. We were burned out, scared, and anxious of what's in store for us, so afraid to be left out. And so we silence our inner child, stopped our hobbies, and postpone emotions. It piles up, piles up, and piles up again, until we explode. And tonight was my first explosion. Everything I've been keeping inside went out running, racing with each other, as if they knew it was long overdue and that they had to get out or they'll be trapped again, for a long indefinite time, until the next explosion. At times like this, in this blurry vision, I see more of me than I have ever seen myself with clear eyes.
One two three, Breath and set it free Let the animals flee They're dying, can't you see?
Four five six, Stand and start to fix The forest is at risk They're burning, aren't you vexed?
Seven eight nine, Wake up, you'll be fine Once again, humanity must be defined We're losing, would you cross the line?
Ten eleven twelve, Speak, act, and live The rulers we have are thieves We were deceived, what more can we give?
Thirteen fourteen fifteen, Open your eyes, it must be keen To find the truth behind the screen They're lying, isn't that a sin?
Sixteen seventeen eighteen, Think and use your brain The oceans are cying in vain They're drowning, can't you feel the pain?
Nineteen twenty twenty-one Listen and never run See the children holding a gun They need you, would you give them a hand?
Twenty-two twenty-three twenty-four Look and you'll see more Dying and homeless poor They're lost, will you open the door?
Twenty-five twenty-six twenty-seven Write and fight even The politics is all rotten It's tiring, could you please stop lying?
Twenty-eight twenty-nine thirty, This is for you and me Where are your eyes of sympathy? Where are your minds of liberty? Where are your ears of serenity? Where are your souls of spirituality? Where are your hearts of sincerity?
One two three, We won the battle between terrorists and army But we lost our battle of humanity.