Things are not the way that I remember
The world around me ages every day
I don't recognize the person standing in my mirror
Looking older now and angry and afraid
Do the places I found meaning still mean anything at all?
Do the values I've upheld hold any value now?
I am worried my America will die when I do
And there won't be nothing left of me when I am not around
When I was young, we didn't have the internet
Or corporations censoring our words
I sit and scroll at night in the soft, blue cell phone light
As the lines that divide fiction from reality are blurred
I work too many hours to research everything
There's just so many minutes of the day
I'm wary of the jokers and the koolaid dipped joint smokers
You can't believe a god damn thing they say
And the media wants money more than telling me the truth
Journalists farming clicks with shock headlines
I am worried for my children, though I don't know how to tell them
And what this world will look like when my America has died?
And you can call me a hypocrite
Or a white supremacist, whatever helps you sleep
But I don't where I fit into this
Unless I now decide to relearn everything?
Do the places I found meaning still mean anything at all?
Do the values I've upheld hold any value now?
I am worried and afraid in a myriad of ways
And I want to see the future but I don't know how
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