Month: August 2025

Incessant noise,
Never-ending noise 
Never-ending noise
Never-ending noise.
Yelling and shouting fill my ears,
And maybe a pinch of lies.
People chatting,
Chatting,
Chatting,
Why can’t they be quiet for once?
Not everything needs your opinion.

I walk down the same street
But to a different destination,
I walk down my past 
To my future,
Something I will help create.
What will it hold?
What challenges will I face?
I do not know.
But I do know that
My past will change my present,
My conscience will altar it too,
My present will change my future;
Nothing is certain at all.

The planet is screaming,
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it cry,
“Why,why?”
“Why does it feel you do this to me?”

The planet is in agony,
Can you see it?
The plastic, the litter,
The trees, the creatures,
Why did we do this to Earth?

The planet is crying,
Can you smell it? 
Nature, there is so little,
For all I can smell are the fumes of the cars.
How we destroyed our planet so much?

The planet is pleading,
Can you feel it? 
We will destroy Earth at this rate,
We will our home 
And everything is on this planet, 
Why have we left fixing so late? 

People are changing,
Can you see it?
I wonder if it will be enough.
But we need every single person,
And I hope that we will succeed.

Looking towards the new horizon,
Stepping forward with hope and faith.
What challenges will I face?
What paths will cross with mine?
Who will I meet? Who will I leave?
In my quest upon this planet?
My hopes, my dreams,
Will I ever achieve them -
Probably not,
But if I set my goals high,
I’ll get the next best thing.
However, that is a long way away,
But every day brings a challenge,
Something we must learn from.
So we should welcome each day,
With open arms,
And engulf in the joys,
This day will bring.

Can you hear,
The bird’s song -
It’s different from yesterday.
The winds are changing -
Can you feel it? 

Can you hear the echo; 
It’s about to change. 
Why is everything changing so suddenly?

Change is everywhere,
It is written on the walls.
I’am scared and a little bit excited,
But why is it so obvious,
When you know it in advance?

I’m scared,
It’s getting to the last days,
Why does it feel so strange?
Oh, Change,
Why does it feel so strange?