Connected

We stand like greasy antennas blown away by the rain
Dancing entwined a dance of thousand years past
Peeling layer after layer of strange yesteryears
That far too soon become known 
We stare blown apart by the land and rain
Our sight searching, the inability to explain
Of impossible generations set so apart
Avoiding steps that mark a sure fall
We live confused, dumbfounded by the rain
Stripped by the light, hunting down the signs
The strained elated whispers in our ears
Such electronic signals set our hearts apart
Message by message the blindness subsides
Our hands idle and restless at the same time
Where wireless cables stretch the divide
Imposing beyond our ability to exist
And decide
In my land of the free and your city of freedom
I’ll dream of you tonight
The stage is set
We'll see the cold rain recede 
“Thank God for the Internet”