Television

Switch on. 
I switch off. 
Tell me who I am and what I should be. 
Switch on.
I switch off.
Tell me what to feel so I myself can be free.
Think for me please.
With you my mind is falsified. 
Please, I do not want to think. 
Doing so I've been instructed of my crime.
Tell me what to want.
Tell me what to need. 
An aching empty vessel in search of the guidance that I see. 
Keep me focused, distracted, that is your only job. 
To prolong the state where I know not. 
Not the pleasures of contentment, to be fulfilled and reach my goals. 
The insight to what makes me joyful, and what will enrich my soul.
I switch on.
So I can switch off. 
For I do not want to think.
A perpetual state of slumber, where all that I am will shrink. 
Everyone's involved, the ritual with how to feel.
And if I do not feel alike, I'm apposed to what is real. 
Consumption is the only means to be.
To be like those around me, and infatuate on greed. 
No. 
I will not. 
I'm blood and brain and bone. 
In the silence of contemplation is where we find our throne. 

I switch off. 
So I can switch on. 
It's the only way to be. 
I switch off.
So I can switch on, 
to be the person that is me.