Them

Walking on the streets
I`m watching them
Hearing their heart beat
I`m feeling them
Their fast steps and angry eyes
I`m putting them
In everything i despise
I`m leaving them
In my mind without a thought to share
That it is them
What society did to them,to say i cannot dare
Routine eats them
Every step they take is a memory of yesterday
I forget them
While I’m going on my own imperfect way
I cannot show them
That to freedom there is a harder road
I cannot help them
With my words as my gun,my method,my sword
I`m cannot deside them
What they want,what they mean
So I close them
Leaving myself out of their machine..