The Modern World

Desperate for the simple life, the essence of human existence.

In the rat race we scurry, not a moment for resistance.

Shut from human interactions; everyone dies alone

Trapped in this loop; minutes turn to hours turn to years.

Reflecting on my days; the relationships I’ve blown.

Action is harder than the dreams we crave to follow.

Crave your own path; sleep peacefully at night.

Treasure the moments; don’t live in the shadow.

I’m a soul that craves freedom from this cage.

Opening the heart and mind.

Never too old for a change.