A profound problem prevails
Not of drugs,
Alcohol or sex
But of attention.
With lack of stillness
Abandonment of eye contact and listening
Value is lost
In the one on one.
With quality misperceived
Defined by quantity of ‘likes’
Distances traveled
Selfies with monuments.
This scarce commodity
Briefly given
Desperately craved
Now sought for in the unlikely.
These gadgets abundant
Handheld to worn,
Closer than keys
More valued than currency.
What have we become
When what we need
We’ve found in a mode,
Which serves only to perpetuate the disease.
With false sense of belonging
In a crowd yet alone
Hoping to be heard
Yet not a word is exchanged.
“Pictures are worth a thousand words”
But today we cry
No more pictures!
Just give me a moment
And few real words.
rhythmandthedancer 