Digital Commute (Original)

There's a ranting man inside it seems
And he's yelling that it's all digital,
Yeah his voice, it sure sounds real to me
But if I were data, how would I know?

He's wearing dark rags and bright tennis shoes
And he hasn't demanded a dime,
I think what would digital Jesus do,
So I settle down and open my mind.

In the quiet a fire burns lazily
Igniting thoughts I'd not meant to find
So I'll keep paddling until I feel free
Though it's a hell of a way to unwind.

The story, the ranting man says to me,
Is that everyone's turned into stone.
There's no desire to simply be
When someone's got a bigger home.

But if they could see the shine and gleam
Then surely what they chase is real,
Forget what is for what it seems
And accept that devil's easy deal

The ranting man said we'd lose ourselves
In longing for these digital dreams.
We'd store our whole lives up on the shelf
In courting ends to justify means.

After listening, I went to think
And watch the programmed waves ebb and flow.
As it went, I still found I could link
The digital world to what I don't know.

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