There’s a global community, you can hold it right in your hand,
you can access the world-wide web, tweet or text.
Wi-Fi, broadband, how it all works, I’m not quite sure I understand,
don’t need a great intellect, as long as I can connect.
3D, High Def, and Imax,
mind addictions, we can’t get our fill.
Want that rush, that electronic induced climax.
the satisfaction’s, only a temporary thrill.
I-Pad, I-Phone, I want, I want need,
distractions to avoid one on one interactions.
Want it faster and faster; more bytes and bits, more speed,
Windows and Mac, they have their factions.
Check your Instagram and Facebook accounts,
we can’t live without a gadget or device.
The time we spend with them, it’s staggering amounts,
those inanimate objects, that stimulate and entice.
With them we can communicate, but hardly write or speak,
transfixed to our impersonal screens,
that quickly become obsolete and antique.
The human touch, we’ve forgotten what it means.
Our every word, conversation and image bouncing through cyberspace,
through networks, IP’s and servers.
From the world over, the largest database,
at your fingertips, just a click and a move of the cursor.
You don’t need a beach or waves when you’re surfing the net,
any game or role you want to play.
every pleasure, every amusement; there’s an outlet,
riding on the swells of the information super highway.
Now we’re prisoners to our technology,
we can’t talk face to face, or look each other in the eye.
“Extra, extra, blog all about it”. Email your apology using virtual reality.
When was the last time you looked up at the sky?