You see the world through your phone,
But do you see what’s in front of you,
Is the memory on your phone,
Stronger than the one in your mind?
You re-live the memory again and again,
But were you really there when it happened?
Preventing intimate moments,
Social interactions,
Anything uncomfortable,
The screen holds all our attention.

Stuck in a world’s that’s not here.
You need a new one every year,
We get them younger and younger,
Soon we’ll not be able,
To live without them I fear.
Soon if we don’t have them,
We won’t be able to get anywhere.

Are you really going to watch 2 hours of video?
Look through your 1,000 photos?

I watch the world through you,
Held up in front of me,
Two worlds, now three.
And in it I see,
Myself, humanity.
And I pity,
Those who cannot be here
For the only world we know,
Is the one right happening now.
And we are all having different experiences,
Through our screens.

But the screen is not alive.
Then what is life you ask,
Does it really need to feel, breathe, and cry?
Can you turn on a life,
And power it off at night?

You interact with it,
But does it interact with you,
In the same way humans do?
Can you feel love from a phone?
A replacement for all we’ve ever known.
Human touch.
Has become,
A game of telephone.
To the future,
Where screens sit on the throne,
Of the unknown.
Thinking for us.

And each generation,
Will take us to the graveyard of imagination.
What will become of us in social media land,
Where we don’t know how to shake a hand,
And eye contact was a thing of the past,
But maybe we can make it all last.

Can’t miss a thing,
Must capture everything.
But your not really seeing it,
Don’t you see?
Is the past the photo on my phone?
My new memory?
Do our screens connect us,
Or make us feel more alone.

It seems all the answers have
Even more questions
But don’t worry, we have many algorithms
And Google,
To tell us what to do,
What is true.
I can’t even listen to you,
Because I’m busy watching Hulu.
And Facebook and YouTube,
Snapchat and Instagram,
Filling our internal inbox with spam
Trash, spiritual poison.
But will we have a spirit when all this is done?
Because the internet has come,
And is slowly replacing our ability to love,
To connect with each other,
With nature,
But we think we are rising above.
Yet is it better?

We will never be the same.
We can’t go back from where we came.
I feel in my body, not in my phone,
I don’t want to feel alone.
I want likes, and mentions and tweets,
It feels like coming home,
To technology.
We are being conditioned,
To accept this rendition,
Of humanity.
Of love.

But when does the video stop?
Maybe when we drop
Our willingness to spend the money

When we are replaced by a virtual reality
When we lose our presence, our sanity

When we no longer have the ability to be, still

Now Instagram catches your eye,
Not the pretty lady watching by
Or the thought that you’ll die,
Not ever seeing.

Seeing with your eyes is no longer enough.

Tell me, what do you see?
Through your screen?  

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