Do you hear the roar of the crowd?
Do you see my ‘insta' likes?
My Facebook traffic spikes?
I have made it! We roar proud!
It’s all about me,
We say, and we cry,
But we no longer ask why,
Because we’ve set ourselves free from thee.
We go through our day,
Building our empire,
Look at me, esquire!
Surely this is life, we say?!
But we are overcome,
With drugs, depression, anxiety,
Work; we are symptoms of our society,
Our real self is numb.
Then silence overwhelms,
We go back to our why,
We rant, rave, realise our empty try.
Go back to the helm.
Take off the sackcloth,
Our wailing
Will turn into dancing,
Sing and pick up the truth cloth.
Silence will turn into a cathedral,
Showcasing the most exquisite sounds,
Informing you of the holy ground,
You stand, idols diminish to the ethereal.