War torn fields
In the digital battlefield

I look upon the carcasses of bots
Russian misinformation machines
People with scars
Friends with tears

The roads of Rome
The digital highways of America

We have won the battle
Though the war is far from over
Our new battle has just begun

I’m a diamond
Compressed by reality
I feel the weight of my country’s fears

I feel it all
I feel the burn in my soul
I want to scream

I’ll never be the same
And neither will we

I’m listening to YouTube on a Wednesday
I hear the beat of my heart
I hear the music of the moment as time flies by
What happens if I press stand by?

Now is all we have
Time is nonexistent in the past, and the future
It only exists right now, and nowhere else
Use your moment, or else

Have you heard it?
Or better yet felt it.
Like raindrops on a tin roof.
Slowly growing, slowly beating,
our mind goes retreating.

As riders on the storm,
we hear echos all alone,
we feel rivers moving tall,
as our mind takes a fall.

We hear silence then a small ringing in our ears.
As the sun comes up in May,
we hear it, and we’ll feel it soon.

I hear echos of disconnection
Friends, and family, in the noise
Severed cords once persistent
Gone, we are distant

As death cleaves us
My mind wanders
It wonders of a time gone by
A time to say goodbye