People walking across the street,
immersed in their worries,
so many lives wandering,
so many untold stories.
Shadow of a life in debt,
no longer felt scary,
a generation fed on hype,
hoopla and instant karma.
Lifestyle to maintain,
children to educate,
conformity rules,
amidst stifled hearts, muzzled voices.
Running forever,
the world at our nike’s,
just somehow to be ahead,
in the race to the unknown.
No heroes to look upto,
only tigers of paper,
gods made of clay,
honesty becoming rarer.
No Woodstock to call our own,
caught between the digital and analog,
unable to make up our minds,
we stumble along.
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