LIKE THE WIND TO THE DRY LEAVES

Something hides behind
the mask of
progress
that makes me
wonder
why are we always
messing up
everything.

We are now more
connected
than ever,
but have never
been more
narcissistic
and selfish
before.

We could be within
two days
anywhere in the
planet,
but have never been
more afraid to
leave our
living rooms.

Why?

It feels like
we are not really
in control.