Unplugged

If this is the life, why does it feel so good to die today?
I'm going offline and roughin' it the old-fashioned way.
I'm committing virtual suicide.

Computers are a prison for the soul,
it takes no imagination to stare into the glorified fish bowl,
Big Brother's best friend.

I don't believe all the hype,
I don't want 4G or Skype,
I want to be free!

How can one be free, when taken prisoner by electronics?

Cell phones ring, and their owners respond instantly.

I am turning off, and setting free.
I am letting go, and becoming me.
I am not an avatar.

I don't need the internet, or Facebook, or Google.

Billions of electrons, zooming around,
giving us PNG images and electronic sound,
so tiny, and yet so influential.

I dream of a day when it all turns off,
no more passwords to life.

I'm setting off down the road, in search of adventure.
I've got my Bible, I need that for sure...
as for the rest...
who knows?