>Going on 16

>Your dialogue was scrawled

on balled up napkins.
Countertops became your muse:
they make you less alone
How does it feel to be the envy
of every waking eye?
With all these screaming compliments
they all would love to have your life.
The autographs have signed you away.
Some of them are searching for anyone
and some of them have the world
And some of them are searching for anyone
but you of all these people should know
the world is not enough.
You will never know peace
You one hit wonders 
are the futures of our world
We are, unfortunately, surrounded by loss of innocence. It has become a woefully commonplace staple in today's society, with our people priding themselves on being partiers or swingers or skanks or spoiled, filthy rich kids. Only in America could a show about 16 year olds having more extravagant birthday parties than some oil sheikhs be considered entertainment. 
How long has it been since family or happiness or even God were the focuses of our everyday life? It hasn't been that way in this country since money was introduced. And it makes me sad. If everybody is shooting for their own 15 minutes of fame, how can we reach the widows and orphans and homeless and less fortunate? 
I think I wrote this song about Miley Cyrus, but it doesn't really matter WHO it's about as long as we grasp WHAT it's about. And what we can do to change it.

Hamilton Barber

The subject of this page is an introverted writer/musician/lunatic from Chattanooga, TN who dabbles in lexical dexterity, unorthodox thoughts on prosperity, and being overwhelmingly undeserving of the privilege of waking up every day. He hopes that everybody who reads these words takes them to heart and leaps higher than he ever could. He reads, thinks, and speaks too much; he listens, works, and loves too little; and he says “I” entirely too often. The words on these pages are not his: they are the words that were given to him.