To busy to be alive

They say they're too busy to cook, 

To sit with family and dine

They make their loved ones carve for them

And think of themselves as diamonds but gradually lose their shine. 

They say they're are too busy to stop

As to earn more for a future at new heights

But they weigh themselves on the weight of money

Ultimately passing sleepless nights. 

They say they're too busy to pick an unofficial call

And think of work as a priority to give it their all

Friendly meets seem formality to them

And they try to forget the ones who were with them whenever they used to fall. 

They say they're too busy to live

To admire nature and remember god whenever they feel down

In the growing madness of being rich

They don't even bother to think whether to rejoice or to mourn

And due to ignorance when they say more lively humanoids as marks of progress, 

Somewhere deep inside I fear the fact that humans are becoming more lifeless.