Every 24 Hours

Every 24 hours

We gain a chance. To make a change, or allow it to wither away.

We tend not to hone our deepest yearning, with the fright of yet another fight.

We allow the chains of yesterdays, to gain yet another sorrow.

By allowing the dangers of tomorrow become nil.

Failing to seek the very choice we have, in this very moment to take a gamble.

Please baby don’t scramble.

We sit, stand, walk or even lay in our beds; hand in hand, with the eyes of our face.

Glued to it, with our choice of gradget; continuing to allow this precious time we have, to become flandget.

Utilising our very fingers, we hinder every thought of what could have been.

But it takes seconds and then we have forgot.

Forgot to send the hello to our fellow entitled close loved ones or type the message we think in our heads is good enough, and that this too is no loss.

It's late now, I’ve finished my daily job, and given the kids a good meal.

I then tend to the nightly tasks of putting them to bed, not even asking how they are or even interact socially because they too have more on youtube they want to see instead.

Instead we trespass the very simple yet so powerful image in question, and fiddle with our anxiety taking our daily pill, giving up on achieving our core weapon, for next to no shame and dilutions of our own brain.

Hey you, your soul has something it wants to gain.

This young being is supposed to present its factual truth, not living anymore in this little booth. nor this delusion of commonality.

Thinking about this being the best little cahoot. It's all too sad to see that this is the new normal in this universal comradity.

Where we sit and make friends with nothing around to seek nor acknowledge this repressed, foggy brain.

an empty space with all but bad to see, caring less about you and me..

Knowing this is a true fact to me.

Don't haste to deny this real day, knowing you are still alone.

All in your own head.

All this separation is but all a big mess, and yet you're still in bed.

You sank the overwhelmed tips of your owned fingers and syringed all that fakeness.

silently you stopped telling those you loved. prefabing them to create in their minds a plan in this very fake reality.

by choosing that dominant finger, manipulating all those ransomed buttons. that now feel like old skool cufflinks.

We birthed the very endangerment of a singular human being, each new day we blame the yesterdays of this new day and aged failed science experiment.

Because unlike you and me; the caring person you dont trust on the end of the street is a multi-millionaire, although he dresses like a hobo to no avail. not one person care about him

Knowing that all this means; is that my mind is evil.

there is not a hole too deep or dark enough to take a lot, for me wanting much to seek.

earthly unfilled human excuse that's now a robot, you're not too sleek. but indeed a geek, you are too blind to see.

Every creation is a part of the very thing that will take our existence. The virtual reality of today took you away from saying hi in person.

I don't understand which is much worse my dear.

Giving into the ones you loved to dismay.

Giving away our power of presence and killing our chance to embrace and feel the love of God’s grace.

To now, making more memories, on these fake screens that imply these emotions with thinking that behind the screen we have these digitised anomalies, and that we are not a gadget seeping feen.

Now is the time to choose, to inherit a real once in a lifetime choice to tell those you love them in person, and make plans that give you yet another gift knowing that in this, there is a present.

All this time in life is yet to become too precious to deny and cloud your mind with a global ruler of humanity, take a chance today and try to get outside. Close the screen, and turn off this glutenous gadget and you’ll see just how much we desperately need human connection and visual eye to eye contact.

without the flaw of thinking you cannot live without it, or is that a thing,

This small yet so powerful enforcement is not likely to be in your face, but to be real and to be interactive.

Baby you got a conscience

stop from endangering your personality, the very bitter core of your entire being. This lie you’ve been given in your subconscious is not a single bellow of truth, as it's your choice to choose.

how to spend even the next 10 minutes.

The nation of tomorrow relies on the next 24 hours, how are you going to waste it?

Let's face it

you're going to pay much closer attention to whom you have, please do let those pains of yesterdays gain a new perspective.

to visit and see in person the ones you love, before they too renew your inner hatred of being sick of in denial of dependency of something so replaceable

Either continue to be side tracked

Or

continue on and stay brainwashed just as they did, because in real life you remember the date, time of year.

Baby please just embrace the connection of what they instilled in you,

Baby remember just how they made you feel..

The next 24 hours rely on that of a wheel,

It ticks

And it tock’s

that of which spins clockwise, so quit looking back.

Be the change of tomorrow. There is no such a thing as asking can I borrow, stop this sorrow.