Living

They will sing a song of a nomad heart
They will try to become one of them
They will call themselves an influencer
They will have thousand of followers
But will they or can they change the society, from which they ran away.

In the end we are the same, we are escaping from us the so called societal norms
But we are yet to be found;
Maybe theirs an answer at the end of the road maybe theirs a living their
That is what they search for that is what we search for but theirs no answer, and theirs no living at the end.

We are a genetation, who knows no living
Maybe we think somebody knows what it is, but the living wasn't even known by our ancestors
That is why they searched and we search endlessly for the missing piece, while we do that we settle for temproray happiness we take up travel, meditation, alcohol, love.
But yet at the end we are the same, we are not whole.