The puppet show

My soul is on fire, as long as I can remember, I always felt the heat of its flame, reaching fever pitches, that brought me out of the blindness.

For years, I contemplate a herd of people, blindly following an ideology of outdated ideas, puppets rejecting everything they do not understand, stuck in their dirt, incapable of elevating their minds.

Addicted to an unreal concept of physical appearance, obsessed with being flawless, conditioned to live, and to belong somewhere, anywhere as long as it remains accepted by a group of happy fools.