human race

let the poetry talk what i think.
it's translated from latvian, so, probably it's a bit messed up, but still.
the idea.

get a grip.
huh.

"grey lead above the city.
air pollution pushes people to the walls.
somebody tries to stay awake in the mall, someone is neeled to bus wheel, someone wakes up, and someone closes his eyes.
in this city somebody has died, someone has just born to raise himself up like a new avatar of fright.

the times i forget i feel happiness near.
somebody was raised to obey, somebody is forced to rule.
somebody didn't have a chance to say goodbye, somebody comes back from falling in love. it's not far from midnight but there's still so many people awake.
somebody prays god in a church, and someone else does it at home in a wrong way.
somebody listens to vinyl of John Lenon, but someone else in a house across the street cuts out patterns.

someone imitates and someone invents. someone adores and someone denies. someone hates race of Saviour, but somebody doesn't see colours.
someobody gets isolated, but someone enslaves.
somebody breathes.
people get wasted from carbon dioxide.
life aches, there's too much life.
people get wasted from carbon dioxide.
people search for belief, search for belonging, search for the way to get rid of the pain.
search for the way to forget.
somebody 's through with fighting, somebody hangs himself.
someone goes to Himalayas, somebody gets married, someone continues to suffer, someone feels happy and someone doesn't feel anything at all.

someone silently falls asleep.
someone passes away silently.
to nonexistance to others.
colours.
moments.
looks.
words.
touches.
thoughts.
smiles.
people."

[thanks to "in.stora" for this - ]