who cares

take a pencil and draw a line, this is your life
a simple line, without many intersection point, without curves
without infinite ends
or, if you want
you are a segment, between birth and death

the warm place where we rarely change messages
is not the friendship, it holds the daily life
with ours convenience and cowardice
shut up and swallow
stay in line and follow the one in front of you

on the conveyor called life
each segment has its own way
without intersections or friendship
condemned to solitude
without cross