Saulo Oliveira Silva

Acid Lemonade It all starts with you lying in your bed The lamp across the room illuminates your empty gaze, in the half-light. You’re drinking while wishing the lemonade had sulphuric acid in it It’s been a long journey, from nothing to nothing, nowhere to nowhere Suddenly, you just don't care anymore because you figured out the relevance of our existence: It doesn't exist You pretend you're playing the game “How are you doing? “I’m fine”, which is just one of the answers that the system programs all the brainwashed puppets to say from the uterus and hides that you gave up looking for the true answers Your days are vanishing in the acquaintance with the concept that the origin of everything was a calculated accident Which inspires the consequent understanding that there is some sort of prearrangement about the planet whirling silently in space And then comes the routine of boredom wrapped in the repetition of meaningless activities with no inherent purpose You’re chained to the formula, attached to