Swimming in a sea of manufactured silicon

An “. exe” lost amongst a terabyte of code

The match to ignite the flames of change

Was declared unsafe by the water plant

A crying mother heard through a transmitter

Vocal cords are now the dodo bird of evolution

The only truths are broadcast via satellite

Written words are declared a complete heresy

Music is classified by only what the radio plays

The orchestra was arrested for preaching anarchy

The sounds of nature is now muted for distracting

The mindless drones marching to the tune of horns

Our dreams are produced in a Hollywood studio

And being molded by public views and surveys

Imaginations are now expressed through a joystick

Suicide is to unplug the one-eyed demon and think

The land of radicals is now controlled by law and order

Anarchy is now conveniently sold over the counter

Yet society has a five-day waiting limit on chaos

Break free of thy chains of wires and microchips

Open thy eyes and see the world for what it truly is

Free thy mind and wipe out the virus called the media

The real world is out there, join it while you still can

She sits at the bar looking very lonely

Glances at the clock, time drifting slowly

Quietly places an order for another round

Her sadness is what she is trying to drown

From my table, I watch her and begin to cry

As she numbs the great feeling of being alive

The waitress warns me, “To mind my own business.

Just sit there and finish your pint of Guinness.”

By just watching I am acting like a fool

Seeing her slowly kill herself on that stool

I been down that dark path once before

I just could not watch in silence anymore

No point both of us being alone this evening

I walk over and give her a friendly greeting

I kindly ask her, “Is this seat taken?”

“If you think I’m good company, you’re mistaken.”

“There is one way to find if your answer is true,”

I reply as I sit down on the empty bar stool

She gives me a dirty look and lets out a sigh

“Not only are you drunk, but also very high.”

“Look,” I say. “What do you truly have to lose?”

“Nothing, you will give me a really good snooze.”

“Come on, I don’t even know who you truly are.”

“Trust me, this conversation will not go far.”

All of my kind words towards her seem to fail

As we both sit in silence drinking our pint of ale

She finally spoke up, “You really took a chance,

But I feel you not a loser looking for romance.

You come over here because we are both alone

Getting wasted here before we both go home.

You’re right, I really got nothing to lose anyway,

But by being sincere, you just made it a good day.”

“Thank you. I just hating seeing someone here

Crying while trying to numb their pain with beer.”

The next thing we know we are driving in a car

Not caring about the time or where we truly are

That night happened exactly three years in the past

A chance it was, but neither of us has looked back

The greatest decision I have ever made in my life

Was in that bar where I met my ever-loving wife