The problem as it used to be was failure to communicate
The walls we’d built had led us to impale and yet to ruminate
But now the privacy of past has all but vanished to the wind
As information floods to us regarding enemies and friends

I do not care about your thoughts on Lindsey Lohan’s life
I do not care about your recent quarrel with your wife
This static on the Internet seeks to creep inside my brain
I long for silent days and nights and wish for malcontent again.