Resignación

That lie you can't stand anymore
your soul hurts, nothing you can change
you dodge people to be able to get there
who knows where?
That staircase seems not to work
you hear that screech of metal wheels
that trip awaits you like cattle, you go
poor animal
When you go down half asleep, the newspaper seller is there
again, you have to go up and down the stairs
they pounce on you as soon as you leave,
they will give you flyers.
It's better that you behave inside, kid
they are all gentlemen in full maturity
you write what your fingers tell you, they seem to burn
and your mind to bend.
The billboard imposes on you what your place is
everyone happily accepts it without a peep
but it bothers you.