Night, day.
What are they really?

Are they measures of time?
Or creations of our imagination?

Colors, words.
They have no meanings,
nothing keeping them with us.

How did words come into being,
who made up the first one?

So many words, colors, numbers.
So many questions, so many answers.

But how do we know what is real,
what is fake?

Who says we have to follow the path,
walk in the trench,
the canyon so many before us have carved.

Who is to tell us how to speak,
how to communicate?

When did we become slaves to words,
slaves who choose to be slaves.

Why do we continue,
continue to live with theses guidelines,
these restrictions?

That is the question nobody has answered.