A nation of fools (We are)

While I walk trough these streets, I look to the trees and the sky, the cars, the faces in the distance, all of them unaware of my thoughts. “God, we are a nation of fools” I think. Nation of fools, what a good name for a song. Didn’t exist already? Would be a depressing one if it existed, I’m pretty sure, the type of song that makes me want to cut my wrists weeping in agony while I swallow a bunch of pills.

I’m still young though, so I must care for myself. The time awaits for no one, depression can’t be so serious, right? In my country there’s no time for depressed, needy people. There’s just time for the fools.

We are the fools.


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