The world is moving forward it seems
but I still remain in disbelief of
how now a man chooses to remain enclosed
than to roam free
How now kids are a responsibility
than a piece of raw life entering from the unknown
here to be observed
How some curated gibberish teaches one
how to be
rather than an experience,
a scream of the soul
Little by little
step by step as I watch this world go forward
into a part of me I never liked
I still want to stand up high
and hope I can turn all around
a wild existence still remains untamed
Where there is a bright sun
dazzling upon the lush forests
Small wooden huts but humans huge,
uncanny and pure
with a purpose to serve.