Wait for me
I cannot be out-to-date when it comes to technology
We always expect for more, a forthcoming outrageous shore
Where selfishness is our newest friend

When the words are obsolete and profit is what make you exist
A dirty crowded beac is what modern life seems to be

Desperately looking for bliss , load up a little room with unnecessary things
Where this willing to purchase came from, what is its origin , why do we feel like more