Time in Three Phases

A man sits down next to me, throws his backpack like a bomb Slaughters all my silence like a war I pretend that I'm not shaken, staring into blank space See my life behind me like its folklore There's a happiness that follows a handshake or a full moon The fullness of how small we really are Like the time I went up in an arch, a metal arc over the world Did I feel like God or a little girl? One foot forward one foot back, this is the no-man's-land of time Why can't I live it in the present? Everyone's connected, we don't have to talk or think White noise from the TV takes care of any loneliness Forever is composed of nows and joy is not so delicate If you know you're really gonna die Loneliness and solitude are fractions of some greater whole Just trying not to waste your youth, your 20's But living isn't checking all those pixels and those pages That refresh button suicide of real life When the whole world fits inside your pocket and language is reduced to fragment Take that screen with you everywhere It won't be a whimper but a text-tone that will end us The wave of future crashes but I won't be flooded I don't have the answers to any of these problems Will you try and help me before I try and solve them?