Effortlessly losing our youth,
people are dying.
Media, spokespeople, and politicians lying.
The world accelerates, yet we remain static –
blind to the mechanisms of existence,
dictated narratives and constructed illusions,
passive in the face of our own disenchantment, we become numb.
Society performs; we applaud,
unaware that we are both the spectators and the act.
Pure love – forgotten, unlearned.
Values reduced to commodities,
morals auctioned to the highest bidder.
Ethics? A currency traded for profit.
What constitutes value in a society
too restless to recognize its own dignity?
What differentiates a Porsche from a Lada?
Each car moves, each car rolls,
to transport and to facilitate –
Movement from A to B –
yet we imbue them with artificial hierarchies of worth.
A price? A price? A price?
As if numbers could encapsulate meaning.
But what is the real value?
Is it the arrival at a predetermined destination,
the transactional nature of presence, or the family waiting at the door?
Or is it the unbounded freedom of movement,
the transient moments of unmediated experience?
Or the quiet joy of movement itself?—We once knew.
Before time was something to outrun.
Before screens replaced faces,
before existence was fractured into quantifiable metrics.
We lose our youth like sand slipping through open hands,
effortlessly, thoughtlessly – dissipating into the machinery of modernity,
not through force, but through passive surrender.
The value was never in the car, the machine or any possession,
but in the experience – It was in the feeling, the energy,
the constant, unstoppable change,
the flux, the impermanence, the becoming,
the road beneath our feet,
the people beside us,
and the joy of simply driving through life.
Essence remains – does not exist in the next task, the next ambition, the next escape.
It unfolds in the laughter shared between friends,
connection without conditions,
indifferent, unbound, it is we who give ourselves away,
And yet, we forget – life does not wait.
To reclaim it is not to resist time,
but to move with it – consciously, deliberately, freely.
The warmth of a hand held without reason,
the unspoken understanding in another’s eyes.
We are not meant to chase time,
but to inhabit it.
To breathe in the moment, to feel,
to be – fully, deeply, now.