Blurriness of Mind

Is America great?

Or is saying that a mistake?

I see our addiction to doing,

I wonder where there is time to reflect.

As the spring flowers are blooming,

No one stops to smell.

I'd like to see our minds enriched,

Instead our eyes are burried in our clicks.

The condition of our minds seems faded,

Everyone's emotions seem weighted.

I dream of a place where freedom not only reigns,

But is expressed in ways that are good for all,

Such as dancing in the rain.

Where did our childhood joys go?

It doesn't seem worth it to lose to always being on the go.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
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