My America

Things are not the way that I remember The world around me changes every day I don't recognize the person standing in my mirror Looking older now and angry and afraid Do the places I found meaning still mean anything at all? Do the values I've upheld hold any value now? I am worried my America will die when I do And there won't be nothing left of me when I am not around When I was young, we didn't have the internet Or corporations censoring our words I sit and scroll at night in the soft, blue cell phone light As the lines that divide fiction from reality's blurred And I work too many hours to research everything There's just so many minutes of the day I'm wary of the jokers and the Kool-Aid dipped joint smokers Hell, you can't believe a single word they say And the media wants money more than telling me the truth Journalists farming clicks with shock headlines I am worried for my children, though I don't know how to tell them What this world will look like when my America has died And you can call me a hypocrite Or white supremacist, whatever helps you sleep But I don't where I fit into this Unless I now decide to relearn everything Do the places I found meaning still mean anything at all? Do the values I've upheld hold any value now? I am worried and afraid in a myriad of ways And I want to see the future, but I don't know how