Tick, Tick, Tick
Goes the seconds on the Grandfather clock.
Goes the hours on the Grandfather clock.
since they are all stuck in their beds.
Unwilling to get up.
Unwilling to start the day.
Mindlessly surfing their phones,
Wasting precious time.
Time that others struggle to gain.
Death's warm embrace tightens around you every other second
Yet you haven't noticed. Too cozy in your own bed to realize
How can you live, and amuse yourself
Knowing you're already dead.
Millions of minds wandering the world their heads down
Attached to a screen.
They do not stop to see the beauty of the sunrise upfront.
They do not see the destruction that happens around them.
The pain has been erased with all other human emotions.
They have become inanimate objects that do as they're told
By the media. By society. By their friends and families.
Why do you still walk upon the hounurable Earth?
Why not dig your grave,
And die taking a photo of your last breaths,
Only to be lost in history.