The TV is the devil.
I sit here watching nothing I had to see.
Just passing time, so I can make believe my life could one day be so sweet.
Imagining if only.
Thinking I should study them all.
But how will the reveal look?
Who killed who over money, It’s always over money.
The sun is falling down and sadly, I seem slightly, ridiculously, content with all that I am not.
Forgetting what I could do. With all attributes gone, gone within hour after hour.
If I could just escape it long enough, for one, one song.
One good song is all it should take.
Shot me back into reality.
Remind me, remind me just why, why we should all fight for the daylight.
These TV’s are the devil.
They take our childhood adventures.
They squash the outside-the-box thinking.
They tell you when and how you should feel, love, hate, route out the trip home, straight home.
To sit, lay steel, gorge yourself and go, go ahead…..let it take you in.
Let Rachael, Grissom, and a Lifetime special sooth the day away.
Life is so much better inside a 42 inch frame.
Mush, straight mush, my brain begins to scream.
If only one song.
I only need one damn good song.
But wait….this next show looks really good.