When I stare into the blazing screen,
I don’t have to think about other people.
When I think about my intuitive genes,
I build valuable processes, mostly peaceful.
If I focus on entertaining my “deprived” brain,
Do I actually receive less than when I serve?
Can I find what is worthy, sift the grain?
This head is more than muscle and nerve.
Deciding to throw away this glass idol,
Would I see the sun as a stunning piece of art?
What if my daily desires weren’t so tidal?
Coming and going with the cycle of my heart?
My earbuds create a stream of inspiration.
Inspiration to ponder, inspiration to create.
Am I only counteracting my dissertation,
By consuming, eluding, letting myself fade?
Where to go when the music fades to silence?
Where to look when the circus burns down?
We will screech, thrust our fists in defiance,
Until we find the fancy theater uptown.
Technology could be a vicious enemy.
One that hides behind miraculous service.
Arriving with the collective human ingenuity,
But clean and glossy upon its surface.
Are we destroying life with home buttons?
There is only one way to find out clearly,
Listen to the wind and find where it summons.
Find a friend and listen to their pain sincerely.
We don’t have to be enslaved to their devising;
Our destiny is not to be complacency’s fuel;
This future does not rely on flashy devices;
They are only gifts, countless priceless tools.