I am caged up by comfort
Degraded by constant distraction
Drowned by this deluge of information
that leaves me knowing nothing
Once my world was monochromed
In the dark lay corporation, empire, profit
Freedom, justice, peace – they danced in the light
And though the duality was naïve
I knew my enemy
When did I sign the armistice?
Was it the career?
Either way I am defeated
Wheezing still from old mustard gas
By the light of hooded flashlights
There will be a small Revolutions