Our Downfall, Our Fault
The sense of feeling connected
Like moths to flames
We haven’t yet noticed that our actions cause us pain
Feeling deprived of what we really need
Thinking that the click of a button is how we connect and learn
Really though it is creating a world filled with
Zombies who don’t know how to do or feel
Thinking that we, the creators, have control over what we created
But the tables have turned
Technology is now our “savior” our “go to”
In person we have lost our voices to speak
Believing that technology is our only way to be real
But really we have lost ourselves
Feeling lonely when we aren’t alone
Now everything is gone
We are making our way towards our downfall
And our “savior” will not be our “go to” anymore
The sense of feeling connected will be wanted
But if it’s too late it won’t be an option
