Sad This Fucking Action

And so we run with our bare feet over the pointed stones
Ruins of the walls past generations once tore down
Wandering aimless, the increasing weight of our trembling feet exhausts us
The sharp edges cut deep and our gaping wounds color the dirty ground
Somehow used to this scenario, we find pleasure in complaining
But we still don't know what our real aim is.
At the beginning what did we want to find ?
And now are we really still searching for that thing called life ?
While we think that we could make our way easier by putting the old ruins aside,
We don't even notice that our mindless efforts leave new walls behind.
So is this the way we really wanted it to be ?
Surrounded by walls mainly built up by our own greed !
And again the question "what walls we should first tear down,
Those who have always been or those we build up on our own ?"
And while we are in love with our reflections,
To some occurs another question :
Are we really trying to solve our problems,
Or are we like others just looking for some cheap action ?