My future is in my hands

Not in the hands of deranged mad men

Not in the hands of self- indulging people

That have erected walls segregating humanity

My future is in that of my own belonging

Not of someone else telling their own story

I won´t believe what I have not lived or will

Or finally live within someone´s crazy dreams

I refuse to give it up, just that…

©Carlos di Paulo Zozaya