I don’t know, this is not good,
The world is full of people,
Yet they pretty much look the same,
Think the same, act the same.

Are we so similar that is useless to meet each other?
It often feels that the only difference is skin color,
Hair color and food.

We are so manny, yet none want to meet and laugh.
They all want connection without substance,
Closeness without touching
Virtue without effort.

We are, alone, because we are manny.
We have so manny options that we choose none.
In rooms, we close the world outside,
More boring than the world inside.

Not impressed world, not impressed…