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Generation Dead

What happened to life and living?
What happened to caring, not taking but giving?
Has our society really come this far?
That the only movement of people is from their bed to the kitchen to the car?
What happened to friendly talks with strangers by the sea side?
Why are people turning so weirdly antisocial, alone, like they have something to hide?
This generation is fast and never stops,
There’s barley time anymore to enjoy life’s little pleasures, it’s like we’re constantly being watched by cops!
But is it really just that?
At the same time we are getting lazy, boring, fat.
Kids at the age of 5 getting their phones,
When I was their age, I was playing with sticks and stones.
Walk through the hallways of a school and what you’ll see,
Is dozens of 1st graders sitting on their computers whilst outside its nice and sunny.
What happened to imagination?
What happened to childhoods of jumping around in mud, a time of fun, failure and creation.
A family who only sees each other for dinner,
Sits down but there it is, the ring of the sinner.
Dad jumps up and leaves for the call,
The children don’t seem to like this at all.
Our world is always evolving, I get that,
Of course we can’t stay back in time, go back to the times we thought our world was flat.
But what we can do,
Is take a deep breath stop thinking less about the me, I myself, you.
Turn off that phone every now and then,
Don’t let your children waste their lives in a virtual world of loneliness.
Let them be creative, hand them a piece of paper and a pen.
Don’t make them fall asleep in front of the TV, tell them stories of Spider-Man, the monster of Loch Ness !
Don’t let them evolve into imagination less wrecks with squared vision,
Let them be creative, give them a goal, a mission!
And this is what our Generation has come to,
Efficiency at the cost of the quality of life and what we like to do.

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Psychotic

She is scared, for she suspects she doesn’t have a heart.

Yes she is blank towards love, hate, her loved one and her being apart.

People are nothing to her but blind puppets wondering around earth,

Trying to find someone that is worth.

She feels no one is.

She is frightened of her reaction to putting someone in pain,

Puts a smile to her face, she feels almost inhumane.

She knows she’s crazy, but to what extent is something crazy and not, psychotic?

She completely blocks all pain, love, she’s almost robotic.

Trying to understand her emotionless self.

Still, there is a little heart left at the bottom of her chest,

She feels it takes control every now and then, giving her hope, she isn’t completely possessed.

Her eyes have the power to influence people by just one stare, and so does her smile,

And she can bring happiness to people, every once in a while.

Even though her heart is small.

Confusion is her friend, confusion of being something she would hate to be.

She tries to get her heart back, but theres no guarantee.

She keeps on being numb to life and love.

Love being something that has to be used and quickly disposed off.

Events in the past are dwelling in her dreams when she goes to bed every night,

And for a long time they were something she used to fight.

But when her strength left and the past and present took over,

Her hearts liveliness disappeared and the heart beat became slower.

But there is hope with the little heart left, even though she might be

Psychic.

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