This society i'm living in, this urban hell that tied a new persona in me, shaping what this earth was made from land and freedom into a dream. I became a monument with a title, like everybody I see, a walking persona controlled by the economy, a walking atm, a machine ... for the unseen, resting like a god on the zenith of the man made trees of iron and leaves of money. He who knows and owns the land and freedom, giving non back to me ...