What are we upto ...

Who are we earning for ?
what are we getting at ?
who are we turning into?
what are we jumping into?

I see around a host of new faces
all so young,and just so bright
a treasure trove of restless energy
just holding off the feeling of anarchy

Our workplaces just abound with work
Our minds just erupting into madness
timelessness is the only time
workaholism is the only reward
Money is such a paltry award
for the life we so religiously discard...

All our lives,
professionalism is taught
I wish sometimes...
what if politics had been taught
personality would have suffered
but atleast life we could have recovered

I look back
& I see our elders
who lived a life so balanced
saw us create a life so unbalanced
they told us again & again
don't be so profane
but we kept on progressing
was it that we were regressing...

We all have wads of money
but yet we loath for more
we spend it all for better
but yet our credit's just outta control
Earlier principles were the pride..
now bank balances are the warcry

What are we giving to our future
a credit card filled with bills?
or an office filled with artificial warmth?
or a culture so material..