You enter the room
the smoke, it chokes
you cannot breathe
you try to find
what you already freed
for reasons unknown
and the tv sings
"welcome home"
you need a seat
real bad
but the circus is out
and swords are rats
and the audience grows loud
in their cage all alone
and the tv sings
"welcome home"
the joker, he smiles
and takes what's his
the queen of spades swoons
and begins to quiz
the king of the ring
but he's out cold
and the tv still sings
"welcome home"
the pencil points
you want to follow
a broken window
and words so hollow
you miss the music that speaks
to your black tears on cheeks,
for the tv's now stole, who will
welcome you home?
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Very well written :) Reminds me of one of my favourite songs called "Idiot Box" by Incubus. The lyrics go like
ReplyDelete"TV, what do I need?
Tell me who to believe,
What's the use of autonomy
when a button does it all"