they chase the wrong dream
a dream holding nothing valuable
how did we arrive at this place?
where we don’t stretch ourselves
why is there no value in deep thought?
where is the passion for advancing thought?
inquisitive minds abandoned to the past
words and music no longer mean anything
no dylan, cohen or young
importance of appearance
how we look standing next to things
the lens turned inwards
what we’ve consumed
eaten, drank, worn, been
digital show and tell
we’re all trapped now
where did creative thought go?
our questions have become a quiet whisper
no longer a desperate shout
we’re so comfortable
we fight amongst ourselves
over things that matter not
we’ve bid farewell to empathy and respect
we’ve lost precious, advancing, critical thought
aimlessly heading to wasteland
we rejoin the simple beast