TechNo
So many buttons now in this world, we don’t even need a pencil anymore.
In this wilderness of wires and signals where is the real world that we used to know.
In its day the pen and paper carried the greatest thoughts of all man.
Now I see my old guitar standing in the corner and it calls out.
The only real expression left to make in this world.
A sound on a wave.
It was here long before the pen and the papers, the buttons and the switches.
I don’t know why I did not see it sooner.
All the effort to speak a truth unspoken,
taken so many lives and left them broken.
Burn that energy to make a sound
that takes your feelings for a flight.
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