Poeme : A Word Of Sameness

A world of sameness
A world without color
A world in darckness
A world which ignores what is the war

Some people live in this world
Some people qualify it as perfect
Some people do not say all the words
That some people think all day, but won’t say it yet

How they can live in a continual routine of resemblance
How they can refrain from imagining another world
How to imagine a life without freedom, always in abstinence
How to live steered by the advices of an old man to the advisory board

Maybe it’s the simple fact of not knowing
Maybe it’s the desire of a peaceful and quiet life
Maybe they cannot imagine their own leaving
Or can’t not think of a world who may be best outside

I feel set apart in this universe
I feel so sad angry and lonely
I feel different to the eyes of the others
So abnormal, so particular how I could feel otherwise in this city

This world of sameness
This world that I live
This world for me seems too much all perfect
That is why far from this world, I decide to leave

a wɔʁld ɔf samənεs
a wɔʁld witu kɔlɔʁ
a wɔʁld ɛ̃ daʁknεs
a wɔʁld wik iɲɔʁə wa is tə waʁ

sɔmə pəɔplə livə ɛ̃ ti wɔʁld
sɔmə pəɔplə kalifi it a pεʁfεkt
sɔmə pəɔplə do no sε al tə wɔʁd
ta sɔmə pəɔplə tɛ̃k al dε, byt wɔnte sε it iε

ɔw te kɑ̃ livə ɛ̃ a kɔ̃tinɥal ʁutinə ɔf ʁəsɑ̃blɑ̃sə
ɔw te kɑ̃ ʁəfʁɛ̃ fʁɔm imaʒiniŋ anɔtœʁ wɔʁld
ɔw to imaʒinə a lifə witu fʁidɔm, alwεz- ɛ̃ abstinɑ̃sə
ɔw to livə stiʁεd bi tə advisəz- ɔf ɑ̃ ɔld mɑ̃ to tə advizɔʁi bɔaʁ

mεbə itεs tə sɛ̃plə fakt ɔf no knɔwiŋ
mεbə itεs tə dəziʁə ɔf a pəasəfyl ɑ̃d kjε lifə
mεbə te kano imaʒinə tεʁ ɔwn ləaviŋ
ɔʁ kante no tɛ̃k ɔf a wɔʁld wo mε bə bεst utsidə

i fil sεt apaʁ ɛ̃ tiz- ynivεʁsə
i fil so sad ɑ̃ɡʁi ɑ̃d lɔnəli
i fil difəʁe to tə εjz- ɔf tə ɔtœʁ
so abnɔʁmal, so paʁtikylaʁ ɔw i kuld fil ɔtεʁwizə ɛ̃ ti siti

ti wɔʁld ɔf samənεs
ti wɔʁld ta i livə
ti wɔʁld fɔʁ mə sim tu myk al pεʁfεkt
ta is wi faʁ fʁɔm ti wɔʁld, i dəsidə to ləavə