You’re trying to be Alternative But you didn’t know Alternative was a thing Concepts from days long past So what, you’re awkward & like to sing
Angst from deep before you were born Grungy flannels stolen from brothers backs Unironically strutting to messy riffs The beauty’s in what the structure lacks
Friends & family are pleading with you Please return to the organized norm But you can’t rebel from your soul & you’ll never forgive yourself if you conform
Unplugging from the mainframe Remaining forever off the grid Don’t need their connections Don’t know if we ever truly did
The final tragic hero of a modern culture The soul survivor of a discarded revolution Histories & experience outside the norm Dreams of freedom with divine attribution
Dealing with the conceits of perfection The concepts of loneliness & betrayal This world isn’t what we were promised Token hints lost behind a fractured veil
The answers are hidden beyond this life It may look bleak, but don’t you fret We have the Source of Light & they’re still riding that ol’ dialup internet
Stand & be bold in your activities No longer obligated to their perceptions Finding strength within to change Absolved of retaining destiny’s misconceptions
A poetess of no structure I bet you taste sweeter Your passion runs deep within You shall not be contained By any man nor concept You hold the power To your own release
Rubbing their fingers over the stereo knob The frequencies distorted on the airwaves Kings of the new world & thus apocalyptic Searching for something more pragmatic to crave
These technocrats with no concept of reality Tasking – without offering an alternate fate Demanding citizens for homages to be digital With no power to control – or else we attenuate
Words of peace have the chance to amplify Even when we’re feeling out of time/out of sync Don’t need their fiber optic lies to survive A blind man loses all when forced to blink
Tapping into a passion without any circuits Our transistors are live; we’re lovers thus discrete There’s no stopping us when their signal’s weak There’s nothing but fire & sparks when our wires meet
This life is forever altered now we’re here Do not attempt to adjust the squelch You’re listening to Radio Free America Standing proud & robust like Raquel Welch
These stories are figments of hope
Simple words from a mind of an everyday man
These theatrics of an unknown sort
Living through each day without scope or plan
Journey to the water’s edge to find a salve
To bathe our souls in God’s great sea
I’m not close to your idea of perfection
But I’m forgiven; a better concept to be