Surplus. Shallowness. Speed.
They all destroy the happiness of a quiet moment
You only become a driven person who is searching for the next kick
You do not stand still anymore to watch the stars
You do not know when the moon is full
When do the cherry trees begin to blossom?
The world turns around
Problems are getting bigger
You ignore them until it is too late
Who is to blame for all of this?
He? She? All of us?
Who does everything right?
Too complicated. Too big. Too hard to understand.
Who shall save the world while all superheroes are in the gym
mixing themselves energy drinks?