Birth of the Future

Treasure your life it is a gift, for every new birth of ideas creates a new future. Decide the one you want and share your dream.

BIRTH OF THE FUTURE

When I look at children,
a joy it fills my face,
I am spellbound by their innocence,
no judgements leaves no trace.

But when I hear them crying,
when they are all alone,
I am pulled in many directions,
my powerlessness has grown.

In the age of technology,
some believe the merits,
the same will read the credits,
but skating on the surface,
they seem happy some would state,
but in the confusion of loneliness,
who’s hand determines their fate.

Every single life experience is not the same,
filter and absorb is the prevailing ethos,
the mould is shaped by the terrain,
the face reveals many stories,
the eyes betray each pain,
there are few actual glories,
in a life of constant strain.

How can one aspire to greatness,
when greatness one has never seen,
why so surprised,
when people are
aggressive argumentative and mean,
They are simply disheartened,
replaying what they’ve learned,
what you give in reality,
is really what you’ve earned.
Every exposure shapes every thought and word,
whilst emotions and feelings are constantly interned.

Therefore with every new birth,
treasure it like your dreams,
don’t let it slip through your fingers,
as fragile as it may seem.