A Dubious Question
We are increasing, we are thinking
We are demanding more and more our services
We are fawning, we are chattering
We make more for ourselves
We take sit for survival
We hang heavy for removal
We show the path to go ahead
To free from the constipation
But not a role nor a solution
We face to the hitting back again and again
Free to move, free to speak
From the clutch of others’ aggression
But we are always to the unknown borders
For our promised destination
There a question always burns the sky
Who am I and who are you, my friend?





