All my life I've worked hard to not disappoint my peers, to be worth of their compliment, to make them proud, trusting they knew better how to make the world a better place and they could teach me how to do it as well.
Oh holly innocence... Humans will always be humans, with all their inherent flaws and working-on virtues. Perfection is utopia. Yet we all fall for perfectionists, we idolater them. "I will take you high" they say. But they never take the first jump into the air. At the end you're left with dust, dried soil, dead souls crushed by the everlasting know-better creature. And the creature grows unaware of its growing solitude while the World keeps spinning.
The observer awakes. Experiences an excruciating pain, and grieve is the only thing left to feel. He's exhausted and decides to intervene before it's too late. The reaction has been started. There is no turning point.
Oh holly innocence... Humans will always be humans, with all their inherent flaws and working-on virtues. Perfection is utopia. Yet we all fall for perfectionists, we idolater them. "I will take you high" they say. But they never take the first jump into the air. At the end you're left with dust, dried soil, dead souls crushed by the everlasting know-better creature. And the creature grows unaware of its growing solitude while the World keeps spinning.
The observer awakes. Experiences an excruciating pain, and grieve is the only thing left to feel. He's exhausted and decides to intervene before it's too late. The reaction has been started. There is no turning point.
