Tears blur my vision, and I suddenly go blind.
I hate the realization of not knowing my mind.
I'd prefer to wait as my body goes numb,
my heart pounding harder than the beat of a drum.
I remember when emptiness seemed so surreal;
but now it's normal, and I don't want to feel.
But my nerves skyrocket at the slightest of touch;
the responsibility of emotion is becoming too much.
So I'll take out my paper, and I'll take out my pen,
and I'll draw out my feelings until I can't feel again.

Pencil and paper turn into stylus and screen;
our world is industrializing like we've never seen.
Manufacturing products out left and right,
and soon enough our prototypes will join in the fight.
Are we possibly producing more than we can consume?
Do we understand that technology could lead to our doom?
Convenient, oh sure, as we just sit here and get fat.
We have iPhones, and iPads, but no eye contact?
The air is getting dirtier and unhealthier per day,
and we believe the government when they say it's okay.
Do we not realize how much harm we're actually doing,
even though a better world is what we're pursuing?

I distinctly remember when I met you,
letting sink in those summer days.
The sun shined down to make us happy
in a numerous number of ways,
and the freeing feeling of nothing at all
filtered the season with a purple haze.

Your eyes were a cross between that violet,
mixed in with hues of blue.
Golden words dripped off of your lips,
creating dreams anew.
And in the summer of this purple year,
I'm taking off with you.