This is the skyline of my hometown, Portland, OR. I’m in the Navy, so I don’t get the chance to go home often, and I won’t be able to permanently go home for five years. I miss it every single day. But now, no matter where this life takes me, I’ll always be headed home.
Plugged
PLUGGED
I need one day where
The heads in cars nod
To true music
Instead of nodding in fear
That a cops eye receives your text message
How did we plug ourselves in?
Into the value of money ruling within and letting it spin us around it,
Cuz you ya know, green can only be lit by the sun and all we do is smoke it til its done,
Toke it and get so high we’re too lazy to run back to what sober fun was.
Every head walking the streets
Is crooked, not bowed, to me
Cuz I refuse to see a mind
Bowed to machine controlling our time
Bowed to a fucking god that we manipulate with our thumbs
Funny how the heads of the homeless
Ya know, those walkers we call crazy?
Answer to no one.
