All the lonely people pretending not to be
Point elsewhere they say say, not at me
As the great gush of them strides away
To the horizon where all is okay
All the people with stitched-on masks
Marching to the drumbeat
Of conditioned thinking
ALL of the people in other words
In every country, in every city
In every screen, in every dream
I see you
And I feel you
You think I don't, you think I'm blind
You think maybe I'm trapped in my mind
That the world is wrapped in a rind
That to bite down on it is bitter, that life is getting shitter
That the guy is gonna
hit her
That everyone is fitter
But, I'm here
I've got you
Fall to me
I see how it is is
Fall
to me
Surfing on a cascade of tears
Zipping ahead of the white-foamed fears
It's taken
me this long to say
To turn the inward facing light AWAY
Onto you, yes you
The one trembling in the corner
Clutching their iPhone or maybe their Samsung
Yes, you, the one taking a bung
From the system that rung the tune
Your mother sung
Which went something like this if you recall
You are a person, you are alone
You need to do stuff, be stuff
get stuff, leave stuff to your kids
So that they can DO-BE-GET stuff and
leave stuff to their kids and so on ad infinitum
Or else you are cypher
a cyber nothing
a chronic underachiever, a parasitic worm
in the peach of others' endeavours
a wiseacre non-believer
For other is other
lover is lover, until heart is dustified
anything, yes anything is justified, All you got is your phone
and your Mac and your single track
And your Facebook and your likes and your dislikes
And your endless staring at a mirror
at a face that won't go away, And your  desires
and your aversions
And, yes, your perversions that proliferate by the day
by the way
that proliferate by the day by
the way
Like all the times you've been fucked over
Like all the scores you gotta settle
Like the branding of hot metal
On the forehead of desire
On the cheek of forgetting
On the epitaph that says
Here lieth a liar
A lonely person
in life and in death
But it isn't like this
You are not this
We are not this
We are all together
We are all connected
We are all one thing
But you don't believe me
But I see you
And I feel you
You think I don't
You think I'm blind
But I've seen who you are
Because I've seen myself
And we are not different you and I
I've seen my scars in the face of the mirror
I felt the scars in the
skin of your trauma
I've been ghosted, not promoted
jilted, jolted
Been down there in the gutter
with the clutter
Been called a nutter
a conversation shutter
I've let down people
wherever I've met them
I've been talked about with cusses
I've kicked up big fusses
I've even thought
I was thinking my own thoughts
when all I was doing was
regurgitating the oughts
of other people
of their gods sitting on cloud thrones
in a papery sky
Like taking a corporate job
in exchange for my brain
Like trying to keep my shit together
when I had no shit to keep
Like pressing the pension pause button
on the movie of my life
Like paying interest on interest on interest
And so on and so forth
and so blah and so blah
But now that I am lonely
 
Now that I am alone
I know what I really am
Nothing special
but nothing bad
I am you
I am glad
