At the heart of freedom
Lies the pulse of “hope”
The ability to say” yes”
And the right to say “no”
I panic a little!
When I see the majority around me
“Behaving like a pocket turned inside out”
I want to scream “turn off your dam phone”
Its hypocrisy, at its ironic worst
We hold the collective world knowledge
In the palm of the hand
And use it burn up time
Consciously! I command myself
Make calm!
The currents of advancement
Flow through the veins of a precious few
The sheep will always just bleat on; regardless
