Lost in Transit
Our children
Are lost now
In a frenzied success
A typhoon, a tornado, a whirlpool
Of time deficit
That has swirled them away into
A mental absence
From the terrestrial world
They roam lost in figures and unfound yet solutions.
Will they ever come out of their trance and
See us again?
Are we already dead for them?
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