You, of course, lived in the time of the cane
I live in technology's reign
You are coarse, with truths I don't endorse
We are passing through different kinds of strains
Sure I can't understand your pain
But can you even understand your brain?
The glass mentality enclosed by metal frames
Immortalise your traditions
They'll rot in their own reveries
There's no work done to change
So it stays motionless — that entropy —
Or increases, because that's what your isolation breeds
I love that I'm a changing me
Your ego balloons, but it'll never set you free
Don't forget: words can cost the sanctity of someone's sanity
I will always be free
So keep going as you please
I remain even if you can't comprehend my speech.
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Comments3
The problems of a poet. Often our words are not understood and misinterpreted. A wonderful poem and a fave
A very relatable write to many of us, our words being misunderstood or misinterpreted, nicely expressed and written
Excellent write
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