So many things in life we see
Are an illusion of reality
Our young no longer taking place
At the dinner table
Now there's just a space

While  many parents sleep
The children are awake

Heads buried deep

theres a spell they can't  break

Even in the morning
As I drive my child to school
I see no conversation
That would break their spell
And rule
There's earphones in their sockets
iPhones in their hand
They are not here
Their under the spell of the illusion
Of our land

Their way of chat is to tap a screen
Holding many secrets in between
So much time stolen never
to be seen

Their in another world- almost like a dream


What can be done what can we say
Reality seems so far away