Muzzling The Soul

What is the value of wealth?
The cars , the gray landscape
The green spotted..
What is the value of life?
The wisdom , the words ,
The existence of a sad man .....

What is the value of a flight?
If what we want to achieve
is not in the immensity
But in the great void that I am ....

You can not buy feelings
Nor the future you want
You can not ignore people
Nor achieve peace beside them

What you can be in this life?
What to believe?
Where to live? Which name?
Whom to marry ? Married?
Job? Children ? Food ? Reading ? Poetry ?

All this has already chosen for me....
And for you!
We are all equal
And equally sad
We are all useless
And strangely proud

Therein come to death ....
It will bring tears
The sadness and emptiness .....
...... for a day, a year , maybe centuries

So forgotten, meatless
No cars, no gray landscape
Perhaps the only thing left
The Soul
Wanna go back in time
And ignore people
Their advice, their concepts

Will be too late....
And only your Soul will know
How much you were sad
Only your Soul will know
That fleeting years of a life
Should be treated with more respect