Beam It Over

Several friends Don't respond to text these days And I worry Are we okay? Was there something lame I sent their way Or your way? Like with them, I'd guess Your silence is not about me But I can't know If you don't beam it over In words that I can view Be it good or be it gloom I can share the load with you I hate how the future's crowding the brain Can you feel it How greatly we overstimulate these days? I feel that It makes it easier to not engage When troubles trip alarms But I know people worth revealing harm to And maybe there is relief when they read How you are really When you beam it over In words that they can view Maybe good or maybe gloom I can share the load with you