Its revolutionary they said,
or so we thought.
It will do no harm,
although that happens a lot.
Its never not been about having more than the rest,
and so that’s what we do,
we work without rest.
Which gives us less time with those we love,
so we will instead tap a button and send a virtual hug.
We guess why those devices are favoured over all,
when it’s because you’ve been replaced.
Put on the back shelf like an old doll,
you’ve been traded in for a virtual game,
and only exist in the scrolling lanes.
But every once in a while,
someone will look up.
Stop and smile, remember life above,
all the screens and madness,
and liking and status.
But then become sad with the realization,
that no one is there to share the revelation.
Because they are still looking down missing all this action,
like standing at a train station,
watching things pass in distraction.
It gets harder and harder to tell who the antagonist is,
whether it’s the phone, the person,
or maybe it all is.
But the real question is,
will we let this consume us?
Will our reflections forever be replaced by the screen us?
At the end of the day when the lights go off,
all screens go black and everything stops.
Six feet under we will not lie,
We won’t be remembered after some time,
but the technologies and devices starting in I.