No matter where I go,
People always catch up;
No matter how everything is faux,
People always tell to hop up.

Seemingly there are hundreds of choices,
Overlapping to create an illusion;
There are ever-growing hundreds of voices,
With the desire to rush to the conclusion.

Indeed, social connections are at peak,
Indeed, followers and notifications flow;
But also, true relationships we all seek,
But also, we want to be steady and grow.

The desire to always be better,
The desire to always improve;
It exhausts binding me in fetter,
It exhausts always having to prove.

Being modern has drained being patient,
Being modern has brought instant expectations;
For love and healing we act impatient,
For at last it tones down all aspirations.