In this age of technology, to find
fortune in my own mind is wealth indeed.
I see phantoms walking, cell phone in hand...
casualties, how everyone's lost their mind,
only nobody cares to find their soul,
unaware that they lost themselves to greed,
lift the veil, how anger and hate move sand,
disappointment entertains with a screen,
friends, parties, time flies, what's the next goal?...
in a word, youth, youth, youth until you're dead,
nobody reflects on the inner eye,
despite the mirror of language paints red
millions of miles to foreshadow the lie,
yes, the truth is... we have already been
sent here before. By whom? By God! I swear
on the black book, on all that is holy
under Heaven, locked up in Hell, on Earth,
left to our own devices, we shall bear
winter in our hearts forever, unless
hearts break into rivers of blood, lowly
artists paint what they see, before their birth
to whom could they turn to witness the sun?...
selfish shellfish scuttle sideways, success
hovers, silver lining, to see a cloud
overhead bursting light behind its form,
underneath the rain falls, I am too proud,
let me get soaked through to the bone, the storm
does not hurt me, but beats me like a nun.
I did not go to Catholic school, how
do I know, how dare I say, speak badly
of nuns and priests, the cloistered minions sent
to save our souls, what a joke, here and now,
ordinary people wake up to find
billions of other people love madly
until the spell is broken, their hearts bent,
yes, bent out of shape by hope, a car wreck,
if we could undo the blindfolds that bind
to eternal darkness our waking lives,
burdened by technology, we succumb
as mules to carry the weight, business thrives,
carried by our ignorance, are we dumb?...
kiss the world goodbye, suckered by high-tech.
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