Screened

I can still trade it back

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

Author: jamesflawith

I am attempting to raise 3 young boys with my wife while running 2 totally different companies. One way I try to stay sane is by writing. Notice the word "try" in there.