The Capsule
Life is short
And we are making it shorter
Everyday
Making it so small
That it is in the shelf of
Supermarket
Selling us back
Ourselves
In a capsule
And we sleep in a capsule
With nightmares
Not knowing
We are engulfed by our deeds
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