HOW

How I communicate when machines wont let me talk
Which direction we move in when my legs can’t even walk
Struggling in quiet separation in desperation of the few
Herded like the beasts of burden whose images we knew

How I escape from here when my hands to feet are bound
Which direction does the wind blow when breeze it makes no sound
Silently enchanting treading footsteps through my mind
Gathered up like the innocents who’s philosophy is blind

How can I simply relate when nobody wants to know
Which ceremonies we undertake when we open up our show
Secretly easy breathing relaxing deep within inner self
Carrying the manual of self destruct kept religiously upon shelf

How can I get over this when technology keeps me there
Standing in this virtual light of neon blue despair
Openly declaring to all the stranger talks too much
Sending him our loving words those words become our crutch