Numb, the new norm.

  

 

Constant repetition of old 

Hands no longer hold

When used in vain

You are no longer the same

Vain hands sow

Same pattern ever slow.

Pursuit by greed 

Buried, lost forgotten seed

Excuses delays its  growth.

Constant conformation of norm

Hearts lacks but now numb.

Stuck in the pattern  of one's existence.

Like a seed planted 

Refusing to absorb the required substance 

That propels its growth 

Crowned by thorns that resembles fear of change

Frightened by lessons of life

Refusing to see the light.

Blocking physical and spiritual sight.

As though imprinted in our genes.

Stuck in a mirage

Unless we break from the norm

And seek change

We will forever be numb.