Brave New World
Always lost… Always different
Offers of the new world have no end
And reality is too hard to bend
So many paths and possibilities
And too many confusing responsibilities
Life is not a road for generations
It is an ocean of admiration
What to do and what to be
Now the question of formless sea
Even corals are decaying
Because nothing is for staying
That the new world of speed
To supply every surface need
It’s similar to drawing on sand
It does not matter where you stand
There are too many waves of confused
Far gone Who had to lose it
What does matter in every changing world
Can at least can I have some word
Which will win the race with my mortality
And give hope for my reality
Maybe too much care for carless
Too thick-skinned for the scales
Everyone craves to seek their meaning
And they need the devils to keep dealing
No better life, just louder screamers
Ever forgotten, scared dreamers
Too much asking from the ever-changing world
Because the human mind can’t be lord
And yet so hard to swallow
So the different weapons here to borrow
To write on the sand with blood
And bring another flood
And yet it always washes away
Because nothing is meant to stay.
With Love and Care,
Darian
