Modern Exchange

As my voice makes its way through your headphones
And settles somewhere in your brain
Is our consciousness interconnected?
Are we bleeding out similar veins?
Whether I sing of grief or of freedom
Does it sound just like more of the same?
Can you cryptically cope with the sadness
As if you’d even want it to change?

There’s a rotating door of women
Who will love you and keep you safe
But be it a building or bullet
There’s only one way off the stage

Give us brevity instead of boredom
Give us black and white flags to wave
Give us internet instead of epics
There’s no time in the digital age
There’s no love in a modern exchange

There’s a sea turning under her eyelids
No true poet would try to explain
In order to write down the essence
The person is always erased
God's been so cruel in my dreaming
For in the morning when I wake
I’ve only a memory to cling to
Of sharing her smile and name

And when I lose my grip on the moment
Feeling reality fade
I’ll climb up the walls of my bedroom
To her picture eternally taped

Give us loving instead of a lotus
Give us colorful flags to wave
Give us intimacy in the narrative
Take me out of the digital age
No computer could take her place