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