Our tomorrow is not the future

This track is a blues song that directs a quiet yet burning anger at the invisible disparity that exists from birth and the hypocrisy of a modern society that dismisses it with the phrase "self-responsibility."

Starting with the symbolic phrase, "the cards dealt at the place of birth," the song exposes the cruel mechanism of a society where the starting line is anything but fair. It sharply questions whose will drew the "boundary line" separating the rich's "golden route" from the poor's "ruined swamp."

The pain of those whose dreams are pierced and voices stolen by the sweet poison of "meritocracy" has surpassed envy, becoming a cold, fossilized anger in their hearts.

The core of this song is the deeply emotional question posed in the bridge: "What if, just what if... you were me, and I was you?" This is both a searing critique of those in power and a challenge to the listener's own imagination regarding the structure of inequality.

Accompanied by the poignant sound of the acoustic guitar, this is an indomitable blues song that cries out: "I still want to tear up the future written in invisible ink."