Screens as far as you’re willing to see–
That’s all that’s important for everyone but me.
Technology is everywhere, it’s bending all our necks
our lives are full of Facebook, of tweeting, and of texts.
White lights beaming, illuminating, frustrating
In “awkward” situations pacifying and placating
Put it away. Put it somewhere–your back pocket.
Close the tab, hit the home button, make the screen go black and lock it
Technology destroys us, it empowers us, divides us
Nearsightedness consumes us, it numbs us, misguides us
If I am in a room with you, I expect to hear your voice
You do not have to be on-screen, no, therein lies your choice
In a room full of people, I only see blank faces
Surfing around on the internet, away in far-off places
A faceless room filled with empty joy
An entire existence dependent on a toy