The I/O

Are we missing the point?
Have we lost ourselves to the noise?
I’m scared of getting older
That means my career is over
There’s too many girls like me on The Internet
Swipe, swipe, scroll, like
God, I need to meditate again
Lay in some grass and pretend
Or maybe I need a drink, maybe I need sex
So I find love in all the wrong places screaming
‘Please, help me make art again’
I believed in magic, not an algorithm
I was a romantic
I was a musician
Does any of that matter now?
Does anyone care?
Posting into a void, check me out
I’m alive, I’m here!
Girl at the bar scrolling her phone for a soulmate
Taking pictures of her life
Damn, that looks lonely
What’s happened to love?
What’s happened to art?
If those two things are threatened…
Listen closely…
Can you still hear your own heart?
In the dark I unravel what all of this was for
I hit rock bottom and weathered the storm
Prayed on the edge of nothing left
Listened to the silence and the life in my breath
I learned to be present
Far far away from the Internet
I walked in nature and saw color again
I found love in the little things
Not on an app
And I bathe in the sun to remember who I am
We need to be conscious
We need to be aware
Sure we are connected
But, are you really there?