Merchants of dreams that fade with the slightest turmoil, pseudo we are.
Daring enough to explore others but hide from selves:
Unexpectedly hypocrites we are.
Lost in unmeaningful pursuits, yet building stubborn architectures we are.
Where, when and how of us - lost in karaoke bars
Small joys and big pains, empty pockets with big plans
Gulping down generations of unsolved miseries,
Such weirdly sculpted species we are!
Solve us, save us, make us change.
Crying for help through stones and books of faith
Waiting for a messiah to resolve our pains..
Faithfully foolish we are!