No more time for queuing,
No more time to wait,
No more time to listen — in silence.

Always in a hurry,
Always under pressure,
Always needing to fill
The void.

Shortcuts set the new rules:
Quick wins that **** thought.
I must remember
The beauty of thinking.

Too much noise surrounds
Our lives — and we surrender
To the pressure to deliver.

The new real is unreal.
This new baroque age
Dictates the rhythm
Of our days.

Let’s call a social lockdown,
Pause — together —
And challenge the old fear:
To climb without falling.