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