what is it about listening to your favorite music that can take you to a completely different place, to the past?

these familiar words and harmonies transport me back to a time where the world was so much smaller and less complicated. where i seemed to have everything figured out.

i feel like i've been given this prescribed path, and if i follow it, there is no escaping the illness. the mundane routine of millions before me. stuck in a time of ceaseless inspiration. no great motivation. a vast void of lost dreams.

when did it become ok to turn off our real emotions and turn on the idiot box? i see an army of my peers hiding behind handheld trophies, electronic menaces.

we must use this powerful technology to move the masses, to educate about our world. instead we poison the minds of the youth. if we are to ever move away from the prescribed path, we must relearn our own emotions and truth.

i dig for my lost self, hidden behind years of change and reconditioning. i rub the sleep from my eyes as i try to scream out the answer to what ive been trying to prove my whole life. my throat is sore and it stings as the words come up rough like venom.

who are you lost child?

the question bounces off my ears like lightening and fades slowly, not wanting me to forget what im searching for. an echo to last a lifetime warning me to never lose sight in the flash.