modern

I used to be blind, how could I not see, So many shapes around me, changing endlessly. How beautiful the stars in the sky’s embrace, The moon swaying gently on its swinging trace. We don’t understand the speed as it flies, Engrossed in our daily lives, we don’t realize. We fail to notice the world turning around, Like an unshaped jar, without a sound. We have white ice, while on the other side, flowers bloom, For life, everyone fights, for hope they resume. The march of time spins like a spinning thread, It’s hard to keep up, with the future ahead. Art and knowledge give much to mankind, But the ignorant live in their homes confined. The traveler left behind in the march of the crowd, Holds a grudge against those who’ve moved ahead. Those who lag behind are seen as worn and weak, Those who outpace others, from the rest they sneak. The best place to be is right in the middle, For civilization reaches, its hands to the sun’s glitter.