Up I rise from my bed.
Up comes the sun over the horizon.
Down I drop my controller.
Down drops a tear from my cheek.
Left is no one but myself.
Right I no longer know from wrong.
Left there is only one option.
Right away I pick up the controller.
Because there is no one here.
Again I play.
Starting my life over.

It’s sad really,
How something so complex can change in a few years.
Twelve becomes four,
Phrases become letters.
An entire global structure,
Now dust under a new foundation.
A conversation takes place in thin air,
Unobstructed by land or sea.
No dictionary tells them how to spell,
No teachers correct their grammar.
Languages torn to pieces,
Becoming harder and harder to piece back together.
A universal language is born,
The Tower of Babel is finished.
Words erased,
Meanings lost,
Books turned to ash.
The only thing left to do,
Is embrace it.
Welcom 2 d fucha,
Njoy wats lft.