Instincts of an individual

As years do their daily job meets weekly target gets monthly wage enjoys yearly experience I wanna go back, go back to the real real where there were reals where there was real inventions real love, friendship, creativity was born. Society and societies may get institutionalized machines may be made each day, each hour but, where are we? not the makers we. but the real we. machines gets better and better making us to forget who, where and what we are the magics they do may amuse, simplify now but will conquer, rule soon

Even they say ugly She did't fail to groom Even they say tough She did't fail to fight Even her life is pitiful She is a beautiful The shell she came out Would have been her home Making the world look Prison to her beauty The rule she broke out Made her enemies break her The boundaries she crossed Made them even more smaller Some near her to please Some near her to trash O will hold the curse That she is blind To find the disguise She is a sister She is a lover She is a mother She is a daughter let her flee free She is a butterfly.