Soliloquizing
In this phase, we all will meet
Brand new, yet ancient.
To the milk and tender,
it sounds like a fairy tale
Nevertheless, reality will meet us all.
Everyone busy
Everywhere noisy
Everything loud
Yet it seems so quiet
It’s like I am lost in silence.
Creative, concepts, new ideas...
Flowing like a rushing water
Where is the way?
Who is with the will?
The echoes from the drill
All held bound in the mind.
A thousand words said in my mind
Plans dictated in my head
Muttering in confuse
Is this not madness
Who can hear me?
Who will listen?
Company without Companion
Comrades of self
Friends without warmness
Team without players
So cold out there alone
Still in the midst of a multitude
Streams of income we need
Toil day and night for it we do
Crumbs from the table we receive
Multiple outflows we have
Creative without Will
Riding without a wheel
Teach us to be adult
This new phase is overwhelming
Is this not a scam?
It was not well explained
It compels
Oh Adulthood