It does not seem so strange, this current age.
A Generation of Amazing Things
And yet it is impossible to own
The things that we have lost while we have grown
Just sit in thoughtful silence in a bar:
Those Meeting Houses, Dens of Ill Repute
And listen to the hum of conversation
And feel the emptiness in their vibration
It does not take a skilled interpreter
A master linguist or psychologist
To feel the paint that’s chipping from the wall;
the rot that has begun to claim us all
Look up, look out, connect, and know that pain
Will be the saving grace to keep us sane.
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 9:14 AM UTC
It does not seem so strange, this current age.
A Generation of Amazing Things
And yet it is impossible to own
The things that we have lost while we have grown
Just sit in thoughtful silence in a bar:
Those Meeting Houses, Dens of Ill Repute
And listen to the hum of conversation
And feel the emptiness in their vibration
It does not take a skilled interpreter
A master linguist or psychologist
To feel the paint that’s chipping from the wall;
the rot that has begun to claim us all
Look up, look out, connect, and know that pain
Will be the saving grace to keep us sane.