The predicament of humanity;
The realness of reality.
Comprehension hindered by
the inventions we excel by.
When will we stop and breathe?
When will we take a moment and just be?
Humans going by in a frenzied state
Not taking even the slightest time to mourn those of late.
How can we be satisfied in a disgruntled state of mind
when all we speak of is time, time, time?
We all know what our problem is,
We even know what the solution is.
Why then do we become complacent
in the one things that can make a dent
in this problem we seem to unanimously chime;
time.
Oh where does it go and what does it do?
And why can’t we go with it and do what it does too?
We are stuck in fast-forward
growing more and more bored.
So, this is the predicament of humanity;
the realness of reality.
We might not be able to freeze the time that keeps going,
but take a moment to breathe before the farmer returns to his sowing.
