We are never ready for anything
never prepared, nor aware
We dive in the ocean of nothingness
But still dream of greatness.
It’s not our fault, it’s the stars
Which shine too bright in the night skies
making us dream and hope
Forgetting about things we need to cope
Prepared to find the Great Manifesto
but ending in a complete fiasco.
“Be more positive!”, I hear
But that’s the only thing I fear
Being someone I’m not
And pretend just for the sake of the crowd.
So here we are, face to face
Reflection unleashed for the big race
Who am I, seems a mystery today
Am not prepared, but ready to play.