Hot eyes stare at the glaring screen,

Burn into my brain all the things I need.

Hot sun gleams as I stride down the street.

EIghty billboards, sighs, ads, scream at me.

Exhausted on the sofa, half asleep,

500 channels flash, crash, scream "look at me!"

Pop music sounds, booms incessantly.

I'm assaulted by alluring ideas of stunning.

Pit stop on Facebook, stay a while.

Proccessing gigabytes of opinions on style.

Girls lost for a lifetime in the dream

Of starry stylish ulture smoke screens.

Applause and cheers at explosions, gory stories.

Boys lost in a world of power, bloody glory.

7 billion people bellow through a megaphone.

A waterfall of voices thunder down on us.

If we slip from our stance we'll be swept away

Drowned, dashed, broken by the wild, crazy rush

Of neon colors and blinking lights,

Of promises of joy and beauty.

This sparkly, vibrant, musical culture of lies

This pretty fake world sickens me.

 

Can we please go back to a world of green and blue,

Of fucshia, lavender, indigo, and gold,

Of the glory of twilight and sunset's hues,

And of trillions of galaxies, silver glory untold?

Can we go back to where music is breeze,

Brushing through leaves and birds sing in trees?

Can we go back to where birds tweet, not phones?

To a place where it's possible to be alone?

To a place where we see our friends face to face?

To a quiet world. Let's go to that place.

Can we go back to where nobody screams?

A tranquil world of peaceful streams,

Where silence reigns and peace is free,

Where the only two voices are God and me?