In false pride,
we forget to live for real, distracted and misled we’ve come too far.
Difficult to retrace the footsteps, ego a hurdle between generations.
Why don’t we accept we came all the way towards the downfall?
Left the warmth of the mother’s lap, holding fast to the unfulfilled desires to wander for an eternity.
There’s still time to look behind , for someone still waits for you to come back.