Cellular

Cellular

I can’t put it down it’s stuck to my hand,

Those pixels of light, they flow through like sand.

A book full of faces and a chat full of snaps,

A small little screen that’s so full of apps.

A forest of rain turned into a store,

That flies you a package right to your door.

It’s part of me now, how can this be?

So slowly it came to take over me.

It flashes so bright it rattles my brain.

To burn in my soul like a white little stain.

I scroll and I stop, to read what’s been said,

I’m starting to think that it’s all in my head.

Crazy I’ve gone from what I can see,

Lock me away and throw out the key.

A digital age has turned my young brain,

To a pile of mush, my intellect is slain.

My own precious mind is all that I had.

Now it’s been wired to a world that’s gone mad.

Rewired and charged with the bytes of the day,

I can’t get ahead of the digital way.

I’m on and I’m off, and none of its real

Yet from all of these pixels my mind cannot heal.

I would give it all up; I’d throw it away,

But somehow my will has begun to decay.

I give into thee my digital God,

Who taketh my soul with a GIF of a nod.