Every post
The information is relentless
It is driving me senseless
For each new input
Requires an appropriate output
But our reactions
Give us no satisfaction
So I shout in fear
At anyone who is near
And I usually hurt those I hold dear
As my voice is just part of the noise
So if I don’t add to the din
Is that a sin ?
I feel anger and the burn
And I totally yearn
For Friends and the world before
I turn to Joey, Rachel and Ross
As I don’t feel the loss
And Phoebes smelly cat
Is better than all the red haired rats
Life was familiar
And I was clear
I knew what to do
Now I have no fucking clue
