Thursday, September 29, 2016

Without a Phone


Without a phone, I am alone.

The masses pass by
sucked into screens
absorbed in a culture
of cyberworld dreams.

They move forward together
like fish in a school
ushered to nowhere
by media’s tools.

The real world is fading,
just drifting away
while I’m left debating
society’s decay.

I live in a generation
consumed by devices
a time when reality
no longer entices

us to the point
where we’ve closed ourselves off
where talking’s taboo
and eye contact is scoffed.

I fear that this crutch
will become more than a prop
that soon we’ll no longer
be able to stop

the hypnosis of screens
held in our hands
and technologia
that slowly commands

our minds to submit
to illumined displays
until we’ve been drained
of humanly ways.

It’s the end of interaction,

the fractioning of existence
as sentient beings
and a movement toward
cyborg machines.

I think before long
we’ll integrate in our brains
microchips and small wires
and synthetic strains

that alter our genes
to advance our species--
an army of robots
that no longer he – shes.

We’ll become an interconnected system,
unified with all of humanity’s wisdom.
Alone and at home, we’ll plug into walls
to charge up our cells and download protocols.

When all minds are combined
and know everything
there’s no point in conversing
or so it would seem.

Why would you rehearse words on a train
when everyone knows everything in your brain?

They know what you’d say
and how you would say it
and you’d know that they know
because they’d relay it
through a similar system
like the internet,
something so advanced
we can’t even fathom it yet.

Maybe its just evolution at play
and really everything I’m trying to say
are the words of a grandpa
remembering the days
when kids ran around in physical play.

Perhaps I’m stuck
reminiscing a style
where people beguiled
and took more than awhile
to share their stories for no reason at all.

Ah, nevermind, I see you’re getting a call.

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