I want to go back
Back to a time
A time when the streets are cobbled
Where you pass merchants, give a friendly wave
And be on your way
A time where the cities are linked
Not by roads, but with paths
Where the only sound is
The trees
Birds
Insects
Where you notice the small things
A coin on the ground
A flower
The clouds
Where words come from the mouth, not fingertips
We’ve lost the beauty for the sake of “progress”
Are our lives better?
Perhaps
And yet, no.
We have become busy
Stressed
Dead.I long for simplicity
But it’s too far
From where I stand
Back to a time
A time when the streets are cobbled
Where you pass merchants, give a friendly wave
And be on your way
A time where the cities are linked
Not by roads, but with paths
Where the only sound is
The trees
Birds
Insects
Where you notice the small things
A coin on the ground
A flower
The clouds
Where words come from the mouth, not fingertips
We’ve lost the beauty for the sake of “progress”
Are our lives better?
Perhaps
And yet, no.
We have become busy
Stressed
Dead.I long for simplicity
But it’s too far
From where I stand
~Josh Helmuth