Saulo Oliveira Silva

LEMONADE ACID There’s a black hole in everything’s heart, that’s how the light goes out to dark Dominion is set upon every mind The maze has no easy way out to find If all times lead to a bowsprit quest That’s how subtle the quarrel test You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge bolder Which falls all the way down then you start to rolling it again Maybe I’ve made up my mind Where’s the exit door? Why is it the floor keeps stretching? Do I overthink a lot because my mind is like a corridor in which every exit door ends up on a new corridor? Like walking an endless alley at 3 am in a lucid dream? How far does this tunnel extends? Am I too messy and I don’t get along with people because they don’t look at things the way I do Or was I just born unsympathetically nonchalant? What if you actually never was born? What if you’re a steam of consciousness from a distant intelligence from another dimension? Isn’t it convenient that none of us remember being born? If we live in a simulation, wh