Incoherencias

Speaking incoherences almost on the edge of unconsciousness, the old folks no longer understand what we talk about and it doesn't matter, we don't talk about them anymore, so many things that bother us, the worst not knowing where we are going, not having anything clear in our relief, just venting and shouting, and shouting pushing, pushing and venting. And I stayed on the road to nowhere and I don't know why they always demand that I be the one I don't want to be, the one I don't want to be. So many wasted hours, so many turns on the same street, receiving so many images, words, and messages that say nothing, and if you've lost faith if you no longer believe in the law if you see that your path is not straightening out, if your path is not straightening out and your path is not straightening out. And my feet fall asleep and I don't walk anymore. And I don't speak incoherences anymore. And I start to think that maybe I should stop and never help everything work so badly, everything work so badly. In such a harmful way.