Where are all the thinkers?

Where are all the thinkers?

Where are all the thinkers?
Attention spans face cuts

Where are all the artists?
Stylus over brush.

Where are all the writers?
They r bzi sndng txts

Where are the designers?
Trial and error? (Hush hush!)

What have we become?
A generation pawing at a screen
Flooded with each other’s inanity
Isolation hidden behind the ‘global dream’.


Where are the musicians?
They’re playing a plastic tune…

Where are conversationalists?
Discussion halted … (unwelcome bleep).

Where are all the builders?
Instructions printed in a yellow egg…

Where are the campaigners?
They’re far too scared to look that deep.

 

What have we become?
Selling unreachable and unfulfilling dreams
Everyone and everything must be judged
No time to appreciate things at length it seems

Where are all the scientists?
Force fed ideas from a limited kit.

Where are archaeologists?
They’ve completely lost the will to dig…

Where are all the dreamers?
Force fed an underwhelming meal.

Where are the believers?
Sadly, cynicism now leads the way…

Where is hope to be found in this mess?
In lengthy walks in beautiful countryside.
Quality time given to friends both old and new
In encouragement of dreams, talents and ambitions.
And enjoyment of good food, art, music and writing.

In selflessly spending time, not always money on your children.
In listening more than talking,
Remembering what others have going on,
And asking them how it went.

And hope most of all dwells in a cold empty cave,
Clothes neatly folded, a sign of what was briefly there.
But there no longer!
Released to be the source of all that we hope in and enjoy.
 
Tim De Marco, Copyright 2013