Inquiring Ra

Which is the edge of perceiving?
Are we in the eminence of crossing it?
Should everybody know it by heart?
How thin is the line that separates what i feel from what i think i am feeling?
Why this dissonance of the waves that bring my future?
Once a friend asked: "How to control the past?"
How to tame these tigers that jump over this floor of clouds?
It seems that when you can't expect more from life, unanswerable questions begin to crush your mind in the rocks of the non-endin cliffs that the questions themselves create.
To not know what to do, what path to follow and feel only the hollow of nothing.
Is it just a matter of fitting?
Of belonging?
Is it to accept a reality you don't believe?
For how long we must see the poor of spirit rule, reign and rest while we sweat for them?
Our scream is no longer heard.
Our fight is getting worthless.
And time flies.
Then we see ourselves in the middle of it all, liking and sharing ideas inserted in our minds by others.
Working hard, becoming hard inside, just to survive in this planet rock.
"You don't have time to waste, you have to produce!"
For who?
For what?
Should i contribute for the killing of my planet?
For the exploration of my brothers and sisters?
For the corruption?
For the benefits of few?
Should i forget that i am everything and everything is part of me?
Our grandfathers and fathers fought for a world where everybody could share the same thought.
I think they did it.
However the thought shared by all is:
"I'll get what is mine, fuck the rest"
Isn't it ironic?
The first thought of our collective mind is to value the sense of individualism?
Crazy
Crazy me
Crazy world
Crazy life
Am i a solid block of flesh in this liquid world?