The price of being alive ￼

The Price of Being Alive We trade a cardboard kingdom for a clock,And call the restless bargain growing wise;Then chase the child we buried in a box,While little glowing screens reduce our eyes.We sell the morning sunlight by the hour,To buy a bigger room we never use;We praise exhaustion as a form of power,Then wonder … Continue reading The price of being alive ￼ The post The price of being alive…