The Veldt Summative Assignment

High On Technology

By Alyson Young

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Blue light on your face, a good time in mind

Open a new tab, look at the things you can find

From pictures of Zayn to simulated games,

Four hours later, this was never your aim

 

No one calls you for dinner; they’re all on their phones

You can’t even remember whether or not they came home

A family of drones, because to you home, home is where the apps are.

A place to swipe left and right, to do as you want

So caught up that even your dreams it will haunt

 

At night you lay down, “relaxed” in your bed

Only to re-play Candy Crush in your head

You’re so addicted, eager, to get back to your phone

Because technology is your drug, but not yours alone

How else would you bond, spend time with others?

No time to talk, just send a text to your mother

 

The shrieks of life don’t seem to reach your ears

When an opportunity arises you always seem to disappear

You’re wasting precious time, ignoring your stupidity

All the while the world chuckles at your idiocy

 

It’s not hard to see why you live your life unhappily

But, look! Amazon has a sale and you need to purchase rapidly

Distractions are your attraction from the chain reaction of your actions

You don’t have to face the truth that you are fading

As long as Twitter is functional and working

 

No longer are you greeted by the warmth of open arms

But rather by the heat of your computer, doing no good but harm

Relationships are replaced with virtual reality games

No more cooking with others; we have Cooking Mama to blame

 

 

Teaching face to face is becoming obsolete

Just take the class online; it’s easier to complete

Why sit next to someone and hold hands with each other?

Less communication is required if you have an online lover

 

Every time you start to realize this is the path to a futile demise

You dismiss it, believing that this is the way to thrive

How else would you live in this “modern” day and age?

There’s no going back, so why acknowledge it, you say

 

I’m a hopeless case and so are the others

We’re wasting away with no time for one another

Who could save us if everyone is addicted

No one wants to wake up and realize they’re omitted

 

You are consumed, devoured, devoted to technology

But back in ancient times, all this was just mythology

This machinery is your drug, and you are your dealer

To quit your addiction only you can be your healer