The show is over. We took for granted that life's supposed to be a movie. We even made it a soundtrack. We explored every corner of the universe and yet we get shocked by traffic jams. We got connected, endlessly, trying to find value in shouting words to the very thin air of virtuality. We publish our life in an attempt to find a meaning in it. We work, we fuck, we eat. We gave away the leftover, the breadcrumbs of passive beings. We don't stop (They don't let us stop) We choose the same and make the safest to subdue. Then, we die.