The world u never lived
Everyone plays a different game With the same twenty-four hours, But the stakes remain ours to set. Eight billion marbles jostle in the jar we call world, Yet we only ever play with the five in our pockets. There are a thousand ways to breathe and only one way to stop Countless ways to spend the space between the cradle and the clock. Evenings dissolve into glowing screens nd silent scrolling Where our fingers travel farther than our feet ever do Our thumb scrolls a mile of glass while our legs forget how to walk In one corner of the world , A mind is trying to outgrow humanity The Silicon Valley dreamer dreams of merging with the machine While the nomad in the High Andes learns the language of water A blind man gathers faces with his fingertips, An artist gathers souls with light. Neither has borrowed the other's eyes, Yet both swear they've witnessed life. A Pilot spends dawn above the clouds And a Minor spends dawn beneath the earth The eagle maps the valley by the rhythm of his wings The tiger maps the cage by the pacing of his grief. The tragedy was never that the world was vast The tragedy was thinking ours was whole. We spent a lifetime tracing one small shore, While calling it the ocean's soul. We call our corner the world, because it's all we've ever known. Yet eight billion skies are rising where our eyes have never flown. Perhaps the greatest lie we learn is thinking our view is the whole When every beating heart is busy living a diffrent world. - MOKSHA JAIN
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