Institutional logic would say that a path
is made up of people going down and going up
Perhaps without ever meeting, without seeing each other
In parallel trajectories, of circumstance
But this traditional itinerary
He could be shaken, treated badly
By an alteration, by a signal
By a surge of personal dissatisfaction
But I always feel bad
I feel so bad
Don't tell me what I am
The things I think
My days gone by
Let me believe that every minute
Of this life of mine
Doesn't go to waste
Changing my point of view
It might give me time to change my mind
If only I were like you
Why don't I believe like you?
And don't change your version of events
Don't make me conscious of what I said
If only I were like you
Why don't I believe like you?
But I always feel bad
I feel so bad< br/>I wouldn't want to feel bad
Starting again
It's a generational fact that requires
Some to give, others to do
But perhaps if someone stopped to think,< br/>To perfect a better thought
And the bitterness that brings us closer to the path
Already elaborated before by different people
That subtle and hidden dissatisfaction
That appears to be the only one remained constant

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