Writing on the wall

Gather around me


Oh mourners of dead cows


Embodiments of hellish air


And so many more




Hear the warning of this man


Old and antique by current standards


But still alive with open eyes


As you close yours amongst the flock




You brand yourself in ancient symbols


Worshiping gods long gone


From those that fight for victory


Or worship the sun, the earth or the sea




I do not mind that you do it


But that you do it without care


And lose yourself in the process


Exchanging life for little things




Life is made of time


And time wasted to make money


That you use to dress yourself


In so many pretty things




The sacrifice that you offer


To become what you are not


Is not wasted, be sure of that


As it is from belief that they live




You make magic from the words


That you use to brand yourself


A bike to become a biker


A pig, a dog and so many more




But that magic has a price


That is not to be discarded


It is not just what is on the tag


That you pay at the checkout




You lose yourself and your identity


Without even knowing why


That you cling yourself to that shape


Color, smell, texture or taste




The more you give, the more they live


Until they rule over your life


On temples of images and sounds


Made by their most faithful devotees




You may ride the wave like all the rest


But open your eyes as you do


As it can grow beyond control


And damn yourself for ever more




Live free or in chains


Who am I to disagree


I also chain body and soul


But only bind those that are free




Do you prefer to tie yourself


To someone live and with purpose


Or lose purpose on things to be


That is what I want to see




So don't play dumb as you have been warned


Of what will come to be


I am not here to make your choices


I am here to set you free