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Written by Valeria Argote

To my mind, to my body, and to my soul


With a pen in hand,

And no thoughts wondering my vacant head,

I start to wonder why is life so lifeless,

And why do we choose to be miserable instead,


It is a frequent notion that runs through my mind,

One that suggests our happiness is chained,

Solely by the image we desire to find


Nowadays there are no hello’s,

There are no goodbyes,

There are no how are yous


Nowadays, superficiality rules

There has been an evolution,

A change in our relationship,

With nobody but ourselves


The only faulty, however,

are the men behind the screen,

They control our every thought,

Forcing us to intervene


We are never left alone,

Our mind is our worst enemy,

We reach harmful limits

Reedeming to this pointless supremacy


Those countless hours spent,

In front of a reflection,

Represent our tireless search

For unachievable perfection


We sob, we scream,

We rumble in pain

But all of those efforts

Are sadly in vain


In vain, since our minds

Still vacant, still sore

Could never be happy

Stubbornly asking for more


It is sad to belief

That there’s no more to us

Than a nostalgic reminiscing,

Of a past with no flaws


Those untroubled good days,

Where our essences flaunted,

Allowed that reflection,

To never be haunted


There are many right now,

who refuse to accept,

that a happily ever after,

requires no debt


No debt from your mind,

No debt from your body,

No debt from your soul

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