punk is dead

2. Our Worlds Are All

only the sound of rain, can calm my weary soul
only the sky above, can create the earth below  
I am finally home
I am obsolete
and I’m never going, I’m never going back again
DNA and data separated by tan lines
a product of a generation, streamlined
i cannot understand what any of this means
I am finally home, and I don’t want to be overrun by machines
I am obsolete
computers speak in unified code, while the rest of us bleed
I am finally home, please just don’t make me leave.
this feeling of complacency breeds negativity, 
but I still don’t want to leave
I am obsolete.

Jon Wright 17