We, the children

Stripped down to the bareness of the soul
Cold hard reality exposes us
Our ambitious veins call attention
Tight muscles, we are the shape of the world

We are the bipedal conquerors of the Earth
Our strain, our pressure, our illusory ascension
Shaped by the shores and religious metaphors
Tasted by the water we bathe in

Colored by the sun and stripped down to the bareness of the soul
The minds magic obscures us
Our ambitious hearts call out to the barreness of the soul
Like a patient does to a nurse, the body a hospital

We are misunderstood children roaming the steel concrete immensity
Chemically charged
Shaped by the novel names they´ve given to our limits
As varied in person as the animal kingdom

Bruised by our own trajectories
yet seeking in them for the cure
Dining in our own thought factories
With ambition and religious metaphor