I am buried beneath technology
where a lighted screen is telling me
how to dream and who to be.
It's severing my heartstrings
and numbing my daydreams
the type of connection
and affection
I never knew I needed.
Would not be without
could not live without
The relationship no one warned me about.
And now, here I sit, idle and alone
surround by friends I've never met
or hardly know
I read of tragedies that don't affect me
they are overseas
and out of reach.
Bradbury was right
oh, how these parlors delight
When did we all lose sight?
That those are our dreams to dream
unseen
by these lighted screens.
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
I am buried beneath technology
where a lighted screen is telling me
how to dream and who to be.
It's severing my heartstrings
and numbing my daydreams
the type of connection
and affection
I never knew I needed.
Would not be without
could not live without
The relationship no one warned me about.
And now, here I sit, idle and alone
surround by friends I've never met
or hardly know
I read of tragedies that don't affect me
they are overseas
and out of reach.
Bradbury was right
oh, how these parlors delight
When did we all lose sight?
That those are our dreams to dream
unseen
by these lighted screens.
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