tock tock tock,
the minute hand has been moving faster than before
tock tock tock,
we only have twenty four hours to seize

we walk faster than the silver-haired masses
we maneuver through the crowd
with heavy bags in our hands
ear pieces stuck in our ears
while our eyes glued onto our phone screens

how fascinating

on the other side, they stroll cautiously along the road side
jerking at every beep and horn which the monstrous vehicles sound
oh look
one down
let's wait two minutes and another will be down

our apathy is disgusting
our fixation with the present and future are revolting

what has happened to pure and genuine relationships
what has happened to the human qualities which we innately own
nothing
nothing is shown
because we do not care about
the lost, the forgotten and the aged.