I wrote this poem, soon to be song last night.  It expresses some frustrations I have about being a young (ish) person in this day and age.

Blissful Drift

Flyin’ through the night, no cares about pain or strife

We’re still young, but not for long, like tired motifs in a pop song

We’re overused and underpaid, In brains, a barren land is laid

We need to fight, but we’re distracted, by chemicals and interactions

Everybody’s talkin’ about this blissful drift, a blissful drift, on this sinking ship

Don’t know where we’re gonna end up, World wide blitz

World wide blitz in a blissful drift,  World wide blitz, we need a culture shift

As children we get told we’re special, Better than the rest

Taught to dream, and to succeed, to be complicit in man’s greed

As adults we’re catapulted, a free fall to the ground

Living well is too expensive, we swim, we sink, we drown
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