Strange

There is something peculiar in our midst For the first time, man has never been so distant from an authentic kiss But today, Now, Right now, Hugs are no longer warm Bees are rarely seen and they no longer swarm Where is the honey of our lives? Are the hugs and kisses hiding in the abandoned hives? The Morning Glory chorus is singing less Less vigor at dawn, and throughout the digital day there is more stress FTX falling before it can get up Inflation aggrandizing and no coins in the homeless man's cup No more lap time or family dinners Only IG selfies and fake tweets about being a winner But we're losing We're losing in a major way So much so that children rather stay inside on a beautiful day BBL's and cumbrellas on the rise No self-love or knowledge, just a big ole disguise They say flux is inevitable, this we understand But certain matters should always acquiesce with the Master's plan And some things should never change My, my I tell you there is something strange Some things should never change, I say And there is something strange that's not God's way