What are you waiting for?

We're afraid of changings because we're afraid of changing ourselves.
So we're waiting.
Waiting for something.
For something to happen.
To happen and show us the right way.

We don't know how to be here.
We don't know how to be happy.
So we're waiting.
Waiting for anything.
Anything that could teach us how to live.

"That's not true", would say the woman dealing with a family, a job and a social life, pretending to look like the perfect modern human beeing on paper.
I can't help but wonder, if you're the hero of your own world, why do you still need to be rescued?

We're afraid of changings.
Afraid to be destroyed.
So we lie to ourselves.
Pretend to be happy.
To have the life that we've always dreamed of.
Til the day we're told that we need to be saved.

I'm questionning myself, are we alive if we're not living?
Or, am I just observing...