What is society to me?
I often think about this question
Are we some kind of rebellion waiting to be saved?
Accepting the population of this universe, reminds me how small we are
The president is calling! Pick up the phone
He said “we will all die tomorrow” Oh no! What must we do?
Society is panic.
Balance.
The good must win, the bad must lose.
Developing new ways over the years causes distress.
We have our own paths to choose
Winter brings people together with its coziness
Forgetting about the sins, they prey.
Society is change.
I feel trapped being crowded with strangers
My vision gets blurry and my palms get sweaty
Facing scenarios my social inner is disturbed
Heart rate reaches climax
I play it along till is time to go home
Society is anxiety.
You stand in the middle of the dark room
I noticed, but you didn’t
Days passed. Smiling at the phone in the break room
He said “write a poem about me”
There’s nothing stronger than knowing someone deeply
I’ll write a million poems about you.
Society is love.