A phone is a window to the world
Of the past, present, future
Of every mistake
Every accomplishment
Of what to care about
What to hate
While the glass rectangles
Constructed in the rooms around us
Wait for us to take a look
To see a blue jay with green eyes
Or red leaves twirling to the ground
Maybe the pass of an oldsmobile
Or the symphonic down pour of rain
A scene that will undoubtedly be remembered
But the window that sits comfortably in your hand
Doesnt want you to see it
Or feel it
Because then you'll realize
There's a bigger, better window
Outside
Waiting for you