Vast Past

Vast Past

Houses are getting smaller.
Buildings are getting taller.
A phone is never alone.
A chip in your head.
You’re already dead.

A new kind of man
will emerge from the cloud.
A complete transition
from what life’s been about.

Alive inside.
A new kind of game.
Dead inside.
A new kind of name.
Alive inside.
Your warmth is now cold.
Dead inside.
You will do what you’re told.

We watched nonstop TV for hours.
While outside, the moon killed trees and flowers.
Darkness got a free ride.
It took full advantage, without having to hide.

We went out until the early hours:
smoked, drank, took pills, and powders.
No one knew where we were.
Everything was better.
The world was theirs and it was mine.
Before an eleven and a nine.

In love with distraction.
It’s an addiction.
It’s not going to stop.

Honesty’s broken.
Where there’s a response,
truth was spoken.
I have longed for the days
when nothing was perfectly crushed.
When everything is like before,
with no one yet mapping my core.