By the road in the midst I stop
Check far beyond, survey far behind
Examining distance, goal and hope
Like a competent racer who wishes victory to find
A conscience biting, the heart beating and I hop
To the next step of the virtual generation so unkind
To those who crawl and kind to those who top.
On the drawing board my fingers I point
Hardly visualizing the future but nursing my naivety
Dragging the mouse, draining the knowledge that anoint
The sinners and the mourners to longevity
They explore their sins and tears to the gunpoint
These thespians of 'seniology' and ancient festivity
Entertain and gain where the elites see the endpoint
It's reflection time and a moment to act
or is it a time to seep the reality of today
A generation sitting in the internet pact
taking an oath to view and tomorrow's worries delay
Maybe we are outdated that we see less tact
In their tastes, tales and sales they relay
I can only imagine how to that they react
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem