Why do I have to have this constant
Feeling of being late for something
Why do I have to be willing to
Participate if it doesn't concern me
Their pace is fast they can do their best
But they will not deceive me
No imposed opinion
No implicit dominion
I passed the test
Now I run away in my mind
A way I must find
They bomb me with information intentionally
So I can make no evaluation no selection
Just blind affection for something
They want me to want
I'm a part of a chain reaction
It makes me mad
These thoughts won't rest in my head
I am misled
I protest against that
Kamate kamate kora kora