We walk around in quiet sound
Just creatures on two feet
Amid the mundane day to day
Not caring who we meet
And in our moving metal box
On the same ole’ dusty road
We travel to our nine to five
While slowly we implode
Creative minds exist in kind
Our children can attest
But sadly as the years go on
Creation is repressed
So change the path this world has set
Don’t quietly conform
Your life was never set in stone
Change…don’t be the norm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem