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Oct 2014
Friend me, friend request sent,
this is all of our precious life-time now,
this is where all our waking hours
are all being spent.

Despicable, wretched humans,
filthy and lowly, as we rightly are,
we used to look to the skies just imagining,
just what else can we do to accelerate to the great beyond,
now we look at our laps and screen,
we say a lot of things as we type away,
but never know what our words truly mean!

Humans! Interact with one another,
but when it comes to life,
there's no way to distinguish
a relationship for a fling,
to a full on lover.

We can have a thousand friends, on one small list,
but of those thousand friends, how do you know that you'll be missed?
What's a number to you?
If you see the face but haven't got a clue?

We're all seeking attention,
that's the plain and simple truth.

Where have the days gone where we walked 5 miles
to get to the nearest phone booth?
Where letters
were better
than texting
and sexting
which I find
very vexing.

Why can't we appreciate
the times that we have,
and live a happy life,
find a love
and keep a wife,
now we are
full of strife,
and every heartbreak
is like a knife.

So we retreat
from the meet and greet
back to facebook,
and twitter
and other things,
instead of personal
one-to-one
personal
people findings.

We stalk and creep
we follow and our numbers we keep.
Our friends list go into the thousands,
overflowing with ignorance,
we replace ignorance with
insolence.

And knowing this
is irritating
debilitating
infuriating.

So friend me,
if you dare
talk for the moment,
then forget
without a care.

Or will you be different,
and know by name and face
the list of friends you have there?

Will you care?
Nomad
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Nomad  Between Here and There
(Between Here and There)   
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