Prose and musing by Sam I am.
Writer of cyberpunk, dystopian fiction, and nonfiction. Plus whatever drives me at the time.
Boy you're telling me
What I don’t want to see
Even if it is the truth
Coming round the house
Opening up your mouth
The wisdom of your youth
I’ll go right ahead
And bury up my dead
In the ever-rising sea
And as this rock explodes
Right under my toes, I’ll heed your prophecy
The telling of your youth
The inconvenient truth
That’s been bothering me
So go right ahead
We’re bringing out our dead
For all the world to see
The wisdom of your truth
You inconvenient youth
Who keeps bothering me
The wisdom of your youth
Speaks inconvenient truth
About the levels of the rising of the sea
Your inconvenient youth
Keep bringing me the proof
That I refuse to see
Changing of my ways
In these last days
Not as easy as it should be
Trapped inside this cage
Of pure blind rage
About how good it used to be
The wisdom of your youth
Loosening up my tooth
Punchdrunk with prophecy
crested, written, performed, and directed by sam-i-am from SleeplessDystopian.com
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