Future?

Future?

Talk about how this life will bring us,
and nothing else could be the same as time passed and no returned.
My dream is fading away where there might be final hope,
and the song is repeated in many different refrains,
but unfortunate.
Tired of fighting and waiting for a world
where justice expresses something will never
believe that only make sense
if the world knew the real reason we're here.
The maintenance of life
and the minimum conditions for human survival.
Sometimes the temptation is to leave the battlefield
and go my own way without looking
to the sides and not forward,
and I see the deformity that accumulates each day,
the distorted portrayal of what could be
the masterpiece of nature and has become their biggest executioner.
There will be another day?
Far we will go?
By the end...
This senseless suicide, marked by greed and stupidity.