Game Change

Generation Why. _______________________________________________________________________ Mother earth you got some nerve calling me your son. Waves run faster before my eyes, calling for attention. They say just dive right in and swim. Swim swim swim To the deep black part and sleep like a child, beneath the white sun. I ignored the imaginary choice i was given. Walked another mile, forced a whisper and a smile for the river. But the waves moved in too fast for us to last. It´s a one was road, back home. Where nothing has changed. Coma creeping, creeping through my veins. Huxley´s soma, a prophecy in vain. Game change. Game changer. Game change. Game changer. Game change. Game changer. SUCH A WASTE.