Nobody cares anymore.
Money makes the world go round
Not the orbit of the sun.
The universe doesn’t matter anymore.
They say that we should keep our eyes wide open
But their eyes are glued down
At the screens that feed them information
Whether it is true or false
We don’t know anymore
We just go with it since we know no better.
As you get older
You accept the world
Instead of questioning it like you should.
So many things you could do
But you are cut off from it
Your eyes are blocked off behind the mask.
I wonder how many miles
Our thumbs must have scrolled
On our screens.
“Look at the moon,” they say
“Of course,” they reply but once they sit outside
They are back to scrolling through their phones.
“Slow down,” I want to say
“Everything will be okay.”
But everyone keeps rushing all the same.
They ignore the skies
And instead find their gold
In cheap, plastic, machine-made stars.
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 7:41 PM UTC
Nobody cares anymore.
Money makes the world go round
Not the orbit of the sun.
The universe doesn’t matter anymore.
They say that we should keep our eyes wide open
But their eyes are glued down
At the screens that feed them information
Whether it is true or false
We don’t know anymore
We just go with it since we know no better.
As you get older
You accept the world
Instead of questioning it like you should.
So many things you could do
But you are cut off from it
Your eyes are blocked off behind the mask.
I wonder how many miles
Our thumbs must have scrolled
On our screens.
“Look at the moon,” they say
“Of course,” they reply but once they sit outside
They are back to scrolling through their phones.
“Slow down,” I want to say
“Everything will be okay.”
But everyone keeps rushing all the same.
They ignore the skies
And instead find their gold
In cheap, plastic, machine-made stars.