Overwhelmed with guilt, how can the thoughts be spoken and understood when gamut of emotion is playing over your head?
How could you fall asleep when there are uncertainty with every storm to face and void to fill?
Why are you shutting your eyes in anguish and lament in your sleep? Why do anger on the nerve will never settle down at ease?
Did you take a moment to walk in someone else's shoe?
Did you think twice before the words blatantly ended up hurting someone's pride?
Perhaps, we are rotten from inside with no room for anyone.
The house will remain a facade,the kids will value gadgets over bonds. Perhaps you're just a loving dead,
waiting for the reaper to steal your soul. Perhaps, you could have been a better human; a better father, a better brother, a better love.
With all the sorrows and stoical face, wait for your departure old man! Will meet you when the world ends, on the other side.

go outside
take a deep breath slowly
the world is waiting
and still rotate at the own pivot
it's 21st century
everything has changed
even the mind of each head

Natnael Asres:
Had a pen and paper to write all my thoughts
had a teacher to answer all my questions....                                                  

­had a bunch of friends who would come over....

but now now those pen and paper are out all I seem to need is a laptop or all be it just a smart phone thanks to Microsoft office and ohh by the way that helped
"bill make all his billions" !!! while we don't even remember how to write "cruses in cursive" and all that.

And what is a teacher I may ask ? I was thought by 'Myspace' in elementary then took over 'google' to get me where I am  always had the answer and sometimes a little sideshow specially when puberty came knocking and a special shout out to 'Encarta kids' that also had my back.

And what about my friends ?  yesI have pictures of them well surely cropped and duly filtered and we talk everyday thanks to the group chat we have talking about dumb **** like who went where who eat what and most importantly who ****** who !

so I am glad to be a 21st century boy
who doesn't know how to write on a paper and don't know the use of a teacher
and who surely doesn't recognize his friends with out there filters !

So # sorry for 20th century people hastag (#) yeaaaa me am the king of the world a dumb Boy who wouldn't make it through a single day in the real world or would I you never know.