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| down in the clouds digitalextremist down is where they say I am said I’m missing out on a joyous gem except I don’t live in their dream with them mine’s nightmares based on a true story not fantasies, flags and battle glory never was sold on freedom at least this term or model year besides it’s better to suffer for a little while we’re here while there is trauma to be had my grip on reality will have no buffer there is no reason for always being glad sure, I love to live and like to often smile I love God, people, vacations once in a while but lately every over thought makes me sad mental pictures of starving children seconds away, miles away, oceans away fooled military dying for who knows what reason school kids on crack and track to pregnancy or prison people jailed for the flavor of air they breath I just can’t always be up if I trust my gut maybe I wear my heart out on my sleeve maybe I need to pack my things and leave or maybe we all need some time to grieve instead of sporting smiles at the funeral as this titanic sinks it’s dancing as usual can’t take a break from futility to save our life in fact I have to join if I want to support my wife forget that, in the interest of truth I must insist turn around and acknowledge doom looming behind us not everyone needs to think globally, but I do for us I trust God who said He left the task to us so this is me worried about us planning to do something about us optimistic, working to redirect us like at the gate of the greatest park beckoning, yo quit playing in the muck I have more or as much bite as I have bark can drive high speed in thick fog, rain and dark scratching my head at the speed limit you mark let me go and see social figures hit with a thud have me help you, get a servant hearted bud all we need is unity and truth the rest already runs in our blood our bodies: programmed transportation pleasure sensitive, favoring relaxation the real you looks on from a two eyed booth the you that grew or got stuck in your youth it takes a lot of energy and frustration plenty of stamina and determination we cruise like slaves on a plantation we’re not going anywhere, yep gotta live trained like dogs in childhood for loyalty made submissive by the card carrying majority captive work market, frozen like priests at puberty meanwhile the work and prosperity leaves this country ahem, wait you’re saying I need to keep forging on? struggle purposelessly because I’m your son? child of failed system transitioned into detention I can work with people internationally on a solution don’t you think its the youth’s turn for intervention? with other systems, never too embarrassed for an invitation want some pizza? I put it next to my dysfunctional workstation however with the livelihood system this is a need-to-know nation you need to know how to work it, I need not for your protection nope, didn’t spent enough time in a mind numbing institution but with a failed system maybe that’s my best qualification glad I took personal responsibility for my own education so, until this is realized I’m writing from an island looking lowly next to affluent pre-signal turning-land begging for work, subsistence, spiritually over broadband might as well be a digital beggar with an outstretched hand sign reading, “need food got rejected by what you planned just didn’t understand no encouragement but a reprimand needy before you I stand I’ll make you three to five thousand on your grand” just don’t make me pick a future from a fanned out hand don’t make me smile with my friends stuck in never-land don’t make me file down lines of men mentally canned don’t push me out of the clouds, I’m also on land I’m of the new digital-age humanity brand gold resulting from how the last wave panned this frown is me starving gagged at a hot-dog stand holding secrets, watching time fall as grains of sand demanding antiquated hinderances disband then I’d be happy to shine satisfying a command for now I’m making the best of bland working to fix the future with typing hands
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