There's a road far away from here, beyond the nurturing couch that has always lain behind the living room door. eyelids open and close but body is frozen, you're a man made of fire trying not to break the ice it's not a pain it's a fear Legs are warmed from the wireless furnaces that heat up in your lap. Fingers have traveled hundreds of miles on that typeset but toes none You can't be the only one technological systematical hazes in which we bury all our gazes Suddenly every friendship ever born seems to have its own wi-fi password Bill Gates, a god and jesus a fraud Autotuned presidential speeches leeching into ears are there actually words that we're hearing. Is this a state of mind that we are being herded into That phonix toy that taught me how to read is replaced by angry birds on some mothers iphones We are all so plugged in, you can update where you are on a single whim But it takes so much whining to get the mangled limbs off the couch. Every youth is living in two worlds one in which they binge and one in which they purge But i have a question, Do you even realize there's a lesson here, in all of this?