“Hey modernity – please get over yourself
And help me find myself”
“Hey modernity – you’re cool
But I don’t want to be you”
Hey modernity – I don’t need a crossing guard anymore
But I may need a guide up this treacherous mountain called life
Hey modernity – what you created was great
But I want something better – is that wrong?
Hey modernity – I don’t need anymore mature or moral supeer-irority
How about making it a priority to be a mature mentor, a seasoned peer?
Hey modernity – feeding your mind behind your unfolded daily dose of black and white reality is splendid
But reality for me is on a dynamic multi-colored screen that can have a mind of its own.
Hey modernity – I need you but don’t you need me?
Why are you yelling when you teach instead of crying?
Hey modernity – please don’t rip on my ripped jeans
I know you don’t understand but I bought them that way
Hey modernity – if you yell at me, you might lose your voice
If you give me apathy, I might turn to my toys.
If you scorn me, all I might hear is noise
If you detach from me, doesn’t that take away my choice?
Do you want a voice that isn’t noise that gives me a choice instead of my toys
Listen in, come on in, but please knock on the door
I don’t want you to be me – but will you be with me - where I'm at?
Will you read this unmetered poem
And wonder why I don't always bother to rhyme
Or dismiss my rebellious adolescence and wait until I become sublime?
(sublime = of high moral or intellectual value; elevated in nature or style; "an exalted ideal")
I need you to be you
I want you to be you
But I will never be you.
Hey modernity - I'm postmodern
I guess that means that I'm post-you
Ten years ago I never thought I would post about being "post"
Did you?
-Nathan Smith (kind of)
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