A 'new age' of depression
has been born.
Fill the pipe with other than tobacco.
Pop another pill, prescribed, and feel
the chemicals of alteration in a new and legal way.
Memories of hippie days
are rising up inside.
Welcome them, and drift within the tide.
Flower children living love, if only for a little while.
What happened to the love they used to dream?
Streams of paper, reams
Ashes born of alibis.
The truth they thought they'd found
has turned itself into another loveless lie.
Experience - the highs
of everything between. Settle for
one-sided myths of gross prosperity.
Heed the fear of all that once
was held so dear by you.
Turn the key but never set it free.
Look, but never really see the pain.
It doesn't matter, just so that
you never have to feel that way again.
Mind-linked in the basest way.
Emotional, the pull and sway
of all the many others, when the best
you ever feel is merely bothered.
That one-pointed tunnel vision.
Thoughts engrossed beyond themselves
and hearts denied a place inside
that matters. As if one person,
place, or thing, could ever be it all.
It is obsession.
Invisible, the ties that bind.
A new age of depression settles in.
Blind the mind, and dead the heart
that seeks to find itself
? Michaelette ?
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