Stranded. I wonder if is there something more to be said. I wonder if is there something more to do. Cause it seems that the last chapter of your life has been written many years before the day you’ll die. So go to keep quiet somebody else. No one can be quiet with crows flyin over their heads. Everyday the same mistakes and our decisions are all made too far away from every kind of effort. And we are just cannon fodder of our times, anonymous marthyrs without seing the enemies lines. Without any great war, and thinking a little more without any reason to die for. It seems that people like me me gotta be the protagonist of a movie, a bad movie, that we’ll never see. Too many zombies around me e many crows over my head. Where’s my future? No future like this. I can’t stand them. Gotta kill ‘em.