To F.

We will never get there
Where hopes tremble and people bend their backs
Out to a sunny and blissful end

The shaking image
(A dream to walk on)
Some fear the route
Others beg to stay

We will never get there
Where colours fade and strangers fall
Into the trenches of a stupid love

A second truth
(The unveiled face)
Some made it up
Others loved to believe

We will never get there
Where machines feed the poor

Over the surface
Over your opinions
Over the things in sight where
Others get lost and fade into despair