Fernando Del Valle
Dance, Bureaucrat, Dance
I saw the minds of my generation,
Sickened with conformity.
Vice creatures entered their heads
And a same voice.
Individuals reduced to sheep,
Coated in shiny colored fiber.
Equally wishful of the happy ending
Which will be provided by a 9 to 5
And the constraint to a business cage.
"Thy shall honor thy parents"
NOT at the cost of my happiness.
Drunken inherited dreams
Are not the fuel that drives me forward;
For that I pity my peers,
Themselves forced to move their hands
To the rhythm of money they never ...