Letter to America

  Where are you my love, what has become of you? Where else should I look for solace when you reject me? I sit here and I watch while you tear yourself apart, renting yourself in two. Why? 

  Have you considered what you will do once you have cast off your first love completely? Questions, they come and they go, but the answers now come from opinions, while the facts go on wanting. 

  Hm, I'm writing this, or I was, while my last musical post played in the background. Mood music, mood indigo. If that one didn't make you think, Well.. Maybe you should consider dumb?