On a Shit Destiny

As long as I keep quiet
quietly behave
leave unnoticeably stupor
quietly talking to myself
so as no one cares
so as no one feels intimidated
I can continue my deprivation.

As long as I quietly disobey
I can still sing myself asleep
with what is left of me
and still be caught
with the cheapest of moments.

Believing what is imagined
could be felt, proven even
continuing my limitations
as long as I…
I’ll still wake up useless.