The answer to the question Why?

Look closer. It’s right in front of you
It’s a matter of time, and it’s a matter of “we”

Bring down your explanations
Bring down your matter effects
You have a right guaranteed
And is the right of need

Bring down your side dishes and bring it to me
Lets wash our hands and start a new reality
Putting some things in priority
We all have the right of doing it on our own.

Who are the bastards the pigs on the wheel?
Driving our good sanity?
Who are the ones we respect?
Or the ones we let be?

And who are we?

Who are the orgy masters dressed on Armani?
With a shining lether and a tie on their glees?
Who are the fucking bastards that only show up when money is the theme?
The bloody man that burns his name on our skin? Whispering the fear he brings?

I search an answer… to the question Why?

And I know that the universe is kind.

So here is my answer, when everything is possible you don’t have a reason for being, because you automatically are