Underwater on Land
The age of lost promise and incessant stifling
Proxy conflicts causing great frightening
Young men certainly don’t want to go to war
But in every other avenue, they feel it’s been done before
No new quantum physical elation [or]
Positive social rehabilitating affirmation
No new ideas are pursued unless they could be achieved
Big Man says lament and invest if you want to succeed
The heart of the human psyche will bleed
Or be uprooted like the wooden veins of trees
This is the cyber focused age where the young
Grew up believing everything noteworthy was already done
Let your conspiracy theories run amok in this country
Some of them delirious, others all too funny
Bigfoot is real! Loch Ness Monster is up next!
Aren’t the aliens here? Haven’t you seen the Obelisk?
Is there an earthbound Superman to defeat incoming Zod?
Or is all of this believed in because we are missing God?
Vape lights blinking, the city’s sordid air stinking
No room for thinking, only deeper we’ll be sinking
Beware of inaction, but also of hustle-and-scramble
Hopes and dreams [once innocent] are now a gamble
I wish it was tangible, that which seems to be wrong
Every hint fades away or is masked with a patriotic song
The phosphorescent bulb under the lampshade is tweaking
The puddle is too shallow for the duck to put its beak in
Screensavers of faraway lands of mountainous beauty
Desktops of secret folders of information all too gloomy
Let the internet have my face and my time
Give it my sadness, give it my lies
Those that think they deserve piety
Twist words and demand tribute vilely
Highly unlikely anything in the near future will change
But so much is different, nobody will remain the same
Under the disco-light bane, purple window pane
Hollywood’s meaningless fame, Washington’s meaningless pain
Helium fumes make it all so strange
[We can all see likes and hearts on our page]
But love, truly, is so far out of range
Unfulfilled consciousness makes life bland
Like having dust in a nerval gland
Today, you need a diving suit and an ID wristband
Getting by is walking underwater on land
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