Hope

divita

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.

  • Author: divita (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 11th, 2023 05:47
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    I agree.



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