What is right and what is wrong?
Do we even know this now?
Fingertips have so much there and yet nobody’s asking how
Years of light have passed of late, everything’s on different time
The world our youth is born unto is not the same as yours or mine
It may be hard to swim against a river’s current, flowing fast
But sea-worth captains setting sail know how to fasten their ship’s mast
Progress, yes, is good when guided – guided, navigated true
But progress lost, misguided, rushed – ends in darkness, me and you
Push on forward, through the pains
But know when you should pull your reins
For forlorn futures could have been won
If only you knew meaning: done