Where are the bees?

Where are the bees?

The Robin in the trees,

Where are the butterflies?

The threshold on which the memories lie,

Where is the toy cart?

Sudden ripples of joy in our heart

Where are the bubbles floating in the air?

Or the wind blowing through our hair,

Where are we in this fast-paced world?

Memories that we cherished all blurred.

No new photos clicked

No new moments picked

No new happiness to share

No sadness left to bear

Just riding along the wave,

Surrounding ourselves with this gloomy cave,

Where is the peace we all hope to see?

Where is the change we all want to be?

Where are we in this fast-paced world?

Blazing fire in our hearts, ignorantly cursed

Fighting a new battle every day,

Figured a new path to keep demons at bay,

Failing to see a new sought-out way,

Fraying like the edges of an old cloth, away

Where is the light at the end of the tunnel?

Why are our dreams all annulled?

Where are we in this fast-paced world?

Whirring mechanisms, like a key turned,

This is the world we have come to know

Where our dreams have been cast low

Where the people wither away,

Living in a prison of dismay

Where we can only hope and pray

Where all the aspirations are dead

Where futures fade and freedom fled

That one day things will be different; one day we’ll be free to say,

Where are the bees?

The Robin in the trees,

Where is the toy cart?

Answering the question with this part

Here we are in this fast-paced world

Spinning away in a haze, into the oblivion hurled,

So beware! Lightly, we must tread

Standing at the crossroads of desperation and dread.