I listen to their talks and chats about the latest going on, not in the world- they mean online.

Whoa, online...do their parents know what these kids are upto on social media??

Definitely not a place I’d advise little kids to get busy in.

Quite so young and full of lots of energy!

The next gen.

But I begin to wonder~

How much time do they spend and get to play outdoors?

Enjoy the natural beauty of the earth.

See & explore the nature surrounding them.

What I hear them fixed on instead are the latest apps, video games, tech and gadgets.

They need to appreciate the lovely scenery around them, and also learn to take care of it.

It might not be too late to get them engaged in taking care of Mother Earth.

#TechyFear.

Is the wall to scale?

Perhaps I can climb it.

It sways, but furthermore

it plays games.

When one step is at its nearest it only seems to find a way to reach a new level.

I’ll just stay hanging...

It’s quite comfortable here,

I enjoy the voices that talk of me underneath my fellow feet.

Still the bellows from the peak

blow down in strange

streaks.

Do you even care where you end up?

Do you even know where you’re going?

I’d say yes, but I’d only be lying to myself,

and if that’s what I wanted,

I wouldn’t be here hanging in sadness.

The Arctic sheets are ever active,

the snow drifts across the plain blue blood; the ocean.

It is opaque, at times I fear that I may never reach any depth.

I’ll remain in this tent.

The tumultuous invisible barrier engulfs this hidden isle on the side of

a lonesome palace.

Here I remain without a trace to be followed,

I am unknown,

but overall-or more suiting-

above it all I have ran away from what was a splendid opportunity,

and I left it for what I thought was better.

It seems I rather frown,

and be here without renown.

It seems I’m a coward,

I’ll flee from my very own scourge,

I’ll lie myself into a state of relief; I promise it’ll be brief.

What leaves me with one eye open is the fact that I’ll never rise above this hidden position,

that I’ll drop further and further until my ultimate crash with nature herself,

I’m not sure what fate has stored for me in this icebox.

I guess in this hail

my vision is pale,

my disposition

tales;

in this drift I

fail.

I fear being afraid of being afraid. I want to stay in my cozy corner and never go outside to the harsh and unforgiving world. I don't want to have any reason to feel unsafe. I don't want to see things that are scary. I don't want to feel rejected. So I stay in my corner, safe from the word.

Walk to the edge and look down

See how far you have to fall

It all lands at the bottom

But a fear of heights

And nasty frights

Keeps you from the edge

From the plunge

Take a step back

Turn away

It’s safer over here

Far from the ledge

Far from the fear

Safety is comfort

Risk is unclear

I say I want this

But it doesn’t appear

My dreams don’t take shape

They all disappear

My happiness delayed

My eyes fill with tears

And I watch myself wasting

Turning to yesterdays

If tomorrow is already on me

Then I lost the chance I’d given myself

Let it fall into the gap

Between my motivation and confidence

Worry makes me wonder

If it is better to just jump

After all

The only one that can do it

Is me

But what if I can’t do it