Lost In Transition

Back then…
The morning alarm was the cock chanting
And lullabies were made of crickets chirping
Life was simple and so were chores, no multitasking
We were able to build houses out of bullshit
And make communities out of genuine relationships
When dancing required no club membership
No particular outfit, no fees, no need to look cool
All we needed was solid feet… it was all good
Back then the elders spoke, the younger ones listened
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