SOCIETY

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.