Did we just become The faces of another lost generation Caught between the crumbling walls Of an economy built from the top down And a rising tsunami in the ever expanding Sea of technology, of the now, the hip, The “must haves” ignorant of the unsustainable Broken nature of our very souls
We drift like paper boats Doomed to be capsized by the very waters That keep us buoyant, floating free
We are the information junkies Plugged in and tuned out Of the real, the tangible Riding high on the fruits of a digital age Run rampant
Like addicts the world around We will crash, we have to Because eventually there isn’t A fix big enough to keep us up And from there we have no place to go No place to go but down Free fall Plummeting straight to the hell We built ourselves, stick by brick Because through our inaction Our distraction Evil men, greed subsumed Stripped our world, our land, our skies and seas And what was left but hell on earth
So what now? Do we take the plunge? Sink our ships and rend our wings Fall back to earth, wash up on shore Open our eyes to see what’s left What might be salvaged? Or do we fly higher, reach further And hope to heaven We can fix our wings before they melt Which is right? Which is illusion? Which can save us in the end?