You don’t think you’re beautiful Because of the pain you feel inside Existence finds itself with a teetering lull The path to happiness merely not identified
But you need to write your own dreams Never settle for what others might demand Seek out adventure & self-discovery Find the surprising beauty of the unplanned
Life works a little slower in the Summer The joys of sunshine & shade not withstanding Leaving shoes by the riverside as we wade in Unplugged from society, here’s a little less demanding
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
This is a game we can’t lose
& I’m very good at taking cues
A reflexive wink or a low moan
Demanding a perfection we hone
Bliss comes in any position we choose