Mind Thoughts Poem by Ronson fernando

What mind thinks at the start of the day,
how the night comes is mystery.

Money has become the only priority,
Fake smile on faces carved for eternity.

Nobody is happy everything is show off,
can't believe how it became so important.

I wish of a town that's full of trees,
Birds flying and fresh flower scent in breeze.

Everything is packed inside bottle with preservatives,
even my words, thoughts and emotions have become slaves.

On weekdays you long for weekend,
on weekend you long for a good time,
that good time doesn't lasts forever,
Getting up again on weekday for work,
cursing the sun,
blaming the moon,
spitting on the ruling govt for price rise,
comparing caste, religion, district, state, nations.
Nothing is better.. nothing will be better.. grumble that things should be better.