Disconnect

Avoid the drink
Don't want to slip
Trying to think
About what is hip
The air isn't clear
Just dust and muck
Sometimes I fear
I might get us stuck
Roam on my own
Walking digital streets
Don't feel at home
It's too bittersweet
Ignorance no bliss
Biding my time
Need a real kiss
More than the mime
Work home work home
Days on repeat
More like a drone
Not much to see
I aim to please
Breathe in sighs
Feeling my disease
Lows and highs
Out on my boat
Forecasting disconnect
Fill the moat
Exit stage left