unheard sounds of your fears, voiceless mind of craze! How much is enough?
Each morning we get up, is it just to check mark all the items of our checklist?
Have we become more or less another scheduled package of love?
Our heads pain, our eyes devoid of sleep, we continue with our increased speed, are we moving to wards a place which has no light but completed piles of work?
how much is enough?