Over and Done

Over and Done

Over and done, no words remain,

Only noise—a hollow refrain.

No roots, no rules, no steady ground,

Just scattered thoughts, lost and drowned.

No lessons left in books so torn,

Pages stacked, ignored, forlorn.

Now words are mere decoration,

Echoes of a lost foundation.

Ask a question—get it fast,

No thought needed, built to last.

A song, a beat, a fleeting trend,

Media shapes how thoughts descend.

They called it "smart," they built it wide,

Typing thoughts, no need for pride.

Machines now speak, they took the stage,

And silenced voices—trapped in a cage.

Oh, words, where have you gone?

They shaped you, crushed you all along.

Now silence rules, tongues are still,

A world with no voice, no words, no will.