Longing

Ours is a generation that longs for everything we don’t have

We write poetry, read Bukowski and sing Elvis Presley songs,

To see or find the love that’s lost between right swipes and drunken kisses.

We make extravagant travel goals, caged in the cubicles

For we want to see a different world that is free of golden shackles.

In our quest to reach for the planets that are far far away,

We are hoping to find a world that might feel like home someday.

In this age of social media when the world is getting closer,

We are always logged in to find reasons to log out, to connect with someone and disconnect from everyone.

Screaming our lungs out in the comments section we are all accomplished armchair activists,

In a hope, that someday someone will listen to what we have to say.

Ours is a generation with the highest number of Mt. everest climbers

May be we are reaching out to the highest point known to the mankind,

In an attempt to escape this world, hoping that we might at last find something that we are longing for

I wonder how the world would look like

When we all would stop trying to be somewhere else

And thank god for being exactly where we are supposed to be.