Biographical Trajectories of Suffering
Men and women go about their lives
Without really knowing why
Complaining of bad times
In such a way of creating a lie

I need my myths if I am
To transcend the fallacies
I need my narratives if I am
To make progress and feel the tragedies

We all suffer in our own stories
Where we carry along through the squalor
We move on a path, away from glories
Lost in sorrow of suppressed moral