In all sincerity

Be silent To what extent should we try? Is this part of the game? Do we pay the price of their mistakes? Where can we stand to understand the world? And how does the star weigh on the shoulder of the universe to throw it? How does the air dance with the laundry of the noble? And when does the night watch the nap of the exhausted? If a person gets involved in his loneliness, who adopts him? Why do we date our old dreams as long as patience has destroyed their papers? What is the point of me saying when my chest holds all this ruin? Who repairs what I feel if the night grinds it? To what extent should we heal then die so that the nightmare of our pain ends? Who silences the mouths of our laughter? Who stole life from us? Was speech our crime? And how did we forget who we are? How did they make our mazes? Who drew the map for them to guide them? From which land did our sorrows come? And why does speech still hurt us? How many questions do we need now to know the age of the moment? Oh... then..!