Is it in the right place?

Silence is the best way to say what we want. Distance, the greater proximity. Solitude submerged inside what we don't want, to run away from what we want. Nights of wonder (it's hard to wake up in the morning, after those dreams). The pain in the body, the lost of the mind.
Smashed against the wall hope becomes fear, changing the world, the colors, the light. How many times? How many friends? How much does it cost for us to become stronger? How much empty lives? How much mistakes?
"Who controls the past, controls the future". But, it escapes from our hands, from our thoughts. Running away is not the best way. Fighting is in vain. There is no escape from this road. The turning point is missed, the future is shrouded.
Words have no meaning. Actions took their place. Ideas are not the same everywhere. Why don't we think the right thoughts? Why are ideas out of time, out of place?
Lost, simply lost... anywhere, anytime... Hope is high but time is low.