Connected like 4, diagonally is how I see
You sitting down the ways from me
You copped a look, pretty sneaky "sis"
Text message, and that look is gone
Attention averted confrontation deserted just no chance
That cursed little machine
Has us all bent out by the seams
Claim we can't live without it
I don't get it, what's the appeal
Words with a background but nothing to feel
No emotion or gestures with some sort of physical appeal, man, what is real
So addicted to this easy living
We forgot where our bodies and mind exist
In this world of technology we are all hurting but firstly inadvertently doomed for eternity