Are we all just simultaneously caught within a new world taste

Also having to deny being completely there, escaping post haste

Some might say that this is not a deliberate choice, it’s all encased

As simply the reality of a social mutation, a waste

The immigrants of the past, marginalized memories we all chase

It all becomes an outfit, a suit: elaborate, intricate lace

I struggle to think of another way, another life, a new place

A new way to overcome that we are too late, that we are displaced

 

And we are lost, we are lost

Are we nothing but the audience of their lives

And at what cost, we have lost

Are we nothing but workers for the hive

Creative Sound Design project, creating a 70s inspired synth-pop song along the theme of “Born Too Late into a World that Doesn’t Care”