So tell me why we live longer,
Yet the things we do got shorter.
Why does it feel like someone taped
Your life and put it on fast forward?
Hour long recipes have gone instant.
Vast courses could now be crashed.
The game that we played for five days?
Well, five hours now feels a long phase.
And don't get me started on relations.
From waiting for days for that letter,
No reply for minutes leave us in jitter.
Our movies got short,
Our poems went haiku.
From the tales of two cities,
We switched to tales terribly tiny.
When all we do gets shorter,
And we do breathe far longer
Wonder what would we do
With all the time that's left.
Would we look back at things that passed?
Or get back and do them all over again?