What a wonderful world we've made,
Where everybody's connected and nobody's engaged.
We scroll through lives at lightning speed,
Yet somehow still don't know what people need.
We're told to stand out, be unique, be rare,
Then judged the second we get there.
Buy more things to feel complete,
Because apparently happiness is sold on every street.
And society?
Oh, society's doing fine.
We're taught not to judge a book by its cover.
So naturally,
we judge each other by profile pictures instead.
We save oceans with hashtags.
Fix problems with posts.
Change the whole world
without leaving our couches, of course.
Everyone's got a platform.
Everyone's got a voice.
Nobody's listening.
Interesting choice.
Now that's efficiency.
We work ourselves tired,
buy things we don't need,
to impress people we don't like,
with money we don't have.
Then call it financial planning.
We argue over politics,
religion, and race.
Then wonder why kindness
can't seem to find a place.
But don't worry.
Everything's perfectly fine.
The planet is exhausted.
The people are confused.
Half of us are burnt out.
The other half are scrolling through the news.
And somehow,
despite all our inventions,
our progress,
our pride—
a kid looking out a window
still understands life better
than a comment section ever will.
And maybe that's the funny part.
We've mapped the oceans.
Photographed distant galaxies.
Built machines that can answer questions in seconds.
Yet somehow, the person sitting next to us remains a mystery.
For all our progress, we still struggle to understand the one thing we've been surrounded by since the beginning:
Each other.
Because behind every profile picture,
every smile,
every sarcastic joke,
every "I'm fine,"
there's a story nobody can see.