Lonely Place

Lonely Place

Lonely place.
Sometimes is what just we ask for

Place to praise
On knees we see our creeds
Pointed to the floor.

Praise the race
That's becoming inhuman
As the years gone.

Race against
Time that we lost
While they warned us all.

Against men
That only cares to themselves
And forget about the next.

Stressed out by matters
That does not match.

Always finding someone to blame
To point the finger on the face.

And then remember what you just traced
A non return way
To your egocentric
Lonely place.