We are all connected,
But more mechanically than spiritually.
We are all friends on Facebook,
Yet - who are we, virtually?
We have shared pictures,
But do we share significance?
We have private chats,
And everything else;
But is that not malfeasance?
A malfeasance of all
That is sacred and real
About being really human.
We have parties and watering holes,
A grand, good old time.
But do we see ourselves?
In truth we should also be peering inward,
Unless we are ready
To look at it one day
And see empty corridors.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 9:26 AM UTC
We are all connected,
But more mechanically than spiritually.
We are all friends on Facebook,
Yet - who are we, virtually?
We have shared pictures,
But do we share significance?
We have private chats,
And everything else;
But is that not malfeasance?
A malfeasance of all
That is sacred and real
About being really human.
We have parties and watering holes,
A grand, good old time.
But do we see ourselves?
In truth we should also be peering inward,
Unless we are ready
To look at it one day
And see empty corridors.
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