reflections

Originality has long gone 

The words we hear have been cycling in the stratosphere

The youth think they are cool, but cool is not hiding behind a screen 

Walking alongside a fellow human, only to avert eye contact 

We are taught to ignore and plod on 

So many high achievers but not a decent soul in sight 

Taking ourselves much too seriously 

Our society only allows for a foetus to be a child 

Yet still there is always a reason to continue

No matter how many tumbles, or winces and cringes 

We were born in the nude and anything else we amass is a token of life 

Easier said than done, as always 

Pushy parents, bosses

To run from society, seems like you would be running from life

But the pressures of society can be avoided if we retreat into our brains 

If we do as if we were virgins of life itself 

As if no one had taught us how to live or what to say and when to say it 

Is it not exhausting being acceptable?