time has gone by
faster,
than i could ever run
there has barely been any time
to get anything meaningful done

generational gaps
are too wide to mend
and no one can turn off the hateful tap
and there is no plumber for whom we can send

i ask the grandmaster for a toll
for they offer me no release
yet i notice –
some still follow their beat

there is no whistle
no merry tune
i tidy up the mess
and rearrange the room

and we ask people
who cannot manage their own mental health
to take on and look after –
those who cannot manage theirs

have i clambered into
the hot air balloon
or let it land on the ground

it is easier
to disappear into those virtual worlds
ones that,
react to our sugar coated
brain receptors

other people
often make this being fearful
anxiety is a tsunami of feelings
and a deep flood of emotions