'Talking To Thin Air'
How do I know that I am distant from those near? I know.
They talk through me. Their eyes show mutual understanding.
Conspiracy in youth united by music, and software,
Resolved to move forward, break the mould, reject the old.
They are the new fly in the ointment of this old fogey, 'Out of touch',
I feel them say. 'Dinosaur, relic of the past, what does he know? ' Why?
They don't understand that's why.
It's like talking to thin air.