Is this immersion a distraction?
This life is only a fraction
of the one we could be living, I’ll say.
we could be a world that’s more giving - less taking away.
Why do something for another, why be selfless, why bother
if you’ll never see them in this life, anyway?
Yet why do we halt at these excuses, deem ourselves as pure useless, when we could be
making a difference with a simple ‘You okay?'
I find our purpose unclear if we are to function so mechanically, with each day.
We trek lonely streets, plug our ears with white noise, to try to eliminate our fears.
Fears that we claim could be danger, as we come across a harmless stranger,
who has their own story and a name.
Are we so far removed, from those dastardly things we call robots?
The real fear lies within the shots fired, at angels with clipped wings.
Someone who is doing their best, but sadly, contests as a threat to our private orbit
- our exclusive heaven an elite in which we place ourselves in, as we deem fit.
In these years it’s been proved, to me:
humanity’s beginning to lose, what it means to be human
- all our lives, we’ve been led astray.
