I talked and talked till I was hoarse
I thought and thought till thought was all
I stopped and stared at all who passed
I sought a refuge in the past

I tried to see what I'd become
The perfect child the chosen one
But all I saw was what I'm not
I drop of blood a spreading blot

I focus on the empty page
Apropos of the modern age
Where once stood poets, gods and heroes
Now just endless ones and zeros

Who flash and flame like tiny stars
Like matches in a singles bar
Then fade away and leave you feeling
Empty, cold a junkie dealing

Is it me am I alone?
In my desire for more than foam
More than froth and chit and chat
Petty quarrels tit for tat

It's hard to call a country home
When it makes you feel alone
When you feel you're stuck like glue
And every camera's watching you

Terminate my inner gaze
Lock me into cyberspace
Spit me out and let me slumber
A formless nameless other number

Then I can sit and watch tv
And not let adverts bother me
And sit and laugh at all their lies
And to the horror close my eyes

But I refuse to play that game
I refuse to go insane
I think I've found a better way
A way to love a place to pray...

So when one night they come for me
In the dark with company
Eyes will open lights go on
But I my friends will long be gone...

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