I wish we would write more. Physical letters, I mean, To show who we care for, Instead of expressing ourselves by machine. Because there's something about Ink on a page, And painstakingly writing it out But... that's so rare in this age.
Are we truly connected If you only ever tell me through text? I suppose it's expected but it leaves me perplexed How can it be true? If it's just pixels on a screen Words with no value, On the face of a machine.
Don't you detest Our online obsession, Conversations compressed And a loss of connection