Living among strangers,
Around the next corner, danger.
A flower and weeds, somehow coexisting,
But the roots are twisting around me,
Coils in the soil threaten to ****,
We don’t know what’s happening,
Our eyes not to the sky, blind.
Not being able to see the kind things in life.
Void of your death by asphyxiation,
Permanent destination.
Everyone on the street are deep in their phones,
Walking alone,
Their mind not at home,
The touch screens make humanity,
Lose touch with themselves,
Oh the irony
While social media does the opposite of connect,
We don’t give respect anymore,
A negative effect,
Where we could care less,
Until being on the edge of death,
Your last breath.
When will we pick our heads up?
When will it click that there’s more to life,
That our clock is ticking,
And we need to quick realize,
That we need to live in the now.
