Mariela Suarez
Static
The screeching sound of the T.V blared into the night
I bolted from my couch, my comfortable couch, as this noise woke me with a fright
The T.V was blank and dull
But at least this time, worthless shows weren't seeping into my brother's skull
I walked slowly, around the T.V, as the white noise still blared
The hypnotic screen continued and I still stared
I clicked the button, but it wouldn't turn off
Clickity-Click but it wouldn't stop, I threw out my efforts and let out a scoff
It was barely sunrise, but the sky was still filled with light colors
With curiosity I went outside, unusually hot with not even a shudder
I stepped on wet grass, my toes covered in dew
I zipped through my yard, the only thing I noticed was my flowers grew
Nature was more a home to me then the building itself
I guess I could be thought as a Buddhist, I was one with myself
The internet bored me, the T.V shows were talk of nonsense
So when the static came I joyously leaped over the fence
The joy of not having those brain washing mechanics
Filled me to the tippy top of my head, I was the only one who did not panic
The streets were filled with angry adults
And even my parents tried to fix the problem with nuts and bolts
Children were crying. and it bothered me so
The distraught and worry about their poor T.Vs showed
How could people be so ignorant and not love the natural world?
I knew I did as for the most time I danced and twirled
In anything, lakes, rivers and ponds as long as it was nature
It consisted of adventures in the woods and nightly walks with no danger
The real danger was, that illuminated bright screen
That people called "entertainment" and if it got taken away kids would cause a scene
But now it was finally gone, this wonderful wonderful static
That shut down the technology that turned people like crack addicts
I skipped through the gloomy grey crowd
That had people screaming words that were honestly loud
But I didn't care nor hear what those words said
I noticed that the townspeople ganged together, have they lost their heads?
Was there really a riot for a box with a cover
There was things such as grass marshes and dusty trails to discover
Or watch the colorful horizon drain with color to kill time
A world without T.V would be a gift and trust me you'll be just fine
The air was rich with winter jasmine and cold
The riot all over town didn't die down, the static still wasn't old
It was still a pleasure to me of course as I spent my days outside
The children wept and my thanks to the static were not put aside
My feet trenched through the mud and they left small tainted prints
The moss covered log was not in my vision, as I started to sprint
The impact to my face caused everything to go starry and black
But when I woke I was in my room with all my clothes still stacked
As it was before, before the static came, was it a dream? I wasn't sure
The feel of nervousness in my stomach started to stir
But then in that sudden moment, I heard the horrid noise I dread
The sound of the roaring T.V, I felt a rush of dizziness to my head
I sobbed into my sheets as I realized it was all a dream
The static was real I thought, at least that's what it seemed
In the background all I could hear was the sound of a boring talk show
And the fact that it was still here was a terrible blow
But maybe that's how the world works nowadays
It goes through multiple changes and occasionally a phase.
So maybe this technology era will pass
But for now it'll be just me, sitting and loving nature in the grass
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