I can’t see my dreams past all these screens
The bright shiny things catch my eye
And I follow them up to the sky
While my time drips down through the cracks
Bits of life I can’t get back
Where did I go?
The waste piles up as I chase more
Another gadget another chore
My land is full of this waste
Yet I spin on with breakneck haste
To a future that’s never there
Full of broken promises and lost prayers
What doesn’t matter anymore?
I stop the urgent pressing need
And look around at what I see
I focus hard on what is there
Pulling back to see the bare
Plastic bits and glass and rubber
Have replaced our love for one another
I realize
That as long as I’m still breathing
I can change
And trade plasticglassrubbergadgetchores
and screens
Back
for all my dreams
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