From the new generation

Have you ever felt the fall before the storm?
The gut wrenching feeling that everything’s wrong.
When time is its own leader and we can but follow,
Your saliva is thick and too much to swallow
Stopped in emotional lay-by with a one distant stare,
The obvious is obvious to those who aren’t there.
Every light we click seems to dim,
Mimicking the desire to jump ship and swim.
While the party persistent,
The ones who won’t leave,
Are scared of normality and having to breathe,
Were the lost in the gap
The hidden and discrete,
Scared of social interaction and the reality of become obsolete
Tucked away in our own decaying world,
A locked door for comfort and no one speaks a word.

 

23/2/2008