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?