There was a time when a sphere
romanced us more, everywhere (a)round
the even circularity left us amazed,
free and open, no boundaries
limitless beauty here and there
Now, we want conclusions
to every action, start and end
complicated things, grown impatient
with blunt minds, started making pale boxes
having edges in all our creations
We have become creatures run by time, rushing for things and in the process losing ourselves creativity. Our brains are not designed to always be target driven, we should let it be free and think on its own
