Rock Me.

Speak to me now, while the hour is quiet. Car horns honk from a distance, and a fan blows cool air from the kitchen. Those actors in the movies sure know how to kiss. They make the emotion look real. Must be nice to be good at your job, to convince people of the unbelievable. It's not a moment too soon.

We're in a decline, or so they say. Two men make arguments for power. Don't really know what the difference is between them, except for color and age. Nobody stands as equals, especially not you and me. We're quite different. One is more talented than the other, but I'm not sure which. Our eyes don't meet. And our words quickly fly past one another. Is this the end of the day? Perhaps it's the beginning of a lifetime. Feelings of shame, discomfort and happiness swarm through the open-air arena.

Let your hair grow longer. Wear it with as much pride as you would shame. It's nothing to be afraid of, this thing we call love. You're just as scared as me. Oh, you can deny it all you want, but behind those baby blue eyes I can see your frustration and guilt. Those raw emotions tear you to pieces. It's the strength that bonds us. Pain fuels our motivation, and everyone else is just along for the ride. But I don't know what to say anymore.

The information arrives too quickly in massive amounts. I'm surprised more people aren't having seizures from banner-ads racing across the screen. It's all been shot to hell, you see. It's hard for me to relax in such an environment. I rarely look up anymore. Have almost forgotten that the sky is still there. But I won't stare, because it's rude.

And if the stars feel lonely in the darkest night's sky, you can bet your sweet ass that I won't care. I'm just as lonely down here. We're too far to be friends. The stories they tell of the universe can't be heard from this lengthy distance. Sure, we (the Earth) hear passed along tales from the occasional winds, but the translation is in a natural language that cannot yet be deciphered. So we'll just wait to see what happens. Technology has all of the answers. Just look at "Terminator II."

The warning signs are long gone, friends, and it is now every man from himself. Should have paid closer attention to the words of our mothers. They're the only ones who truly understand this crazy world. Maybe next time we'll say our prayers, kiddo. Indeed, maybe next time.