When the moment is silent
The world refuses to sleep
Humans all awake, beings restless
The Age of the Internet has most sleepless
We’re all there amidst the skies
We’re all there amidst the fire
All gathered, all joined by the force of life
The Age of the Internet has cured the curse of time: distance
Yet, here we are failing to meet eyes
Yet, here we are failing to connect minds
Like a high school, timid girls and boys afraid for a dance
So across the hall, though gathered, far apart we stay
Though gathered, words fail us, so the rift continues
This era when wounds should heal faster
This era when rivers apart should come closer
Oh, this era when understanding should make sense
Maybe this rift exist because not everyone’s fully connected
Soon very soon, from the south to the north, east to the west
The rest will come through these doors and then
Maybe then we all will finally use this gift to find tomorrow
SIMPLE WORLD 