The Line

The Line

I guess it's
too late to live
on a farm.
Technology's gift

taking the work
from our hands.
Working with machines
in great demand.

Fiber optic,
cable ready,
connect the masses,
true and steady.

Shorten distance,
open borders,
make this world
a little bit smaller.

Faceless names,
nameless faces,
forgetting it's real,
flip through pages

Disconnect
from the real,
try to stay true
to all you feel.

Reveal thoughts with
screenshot glances,
inanimate objects
across the masses.

Feel the air
across your skin
as you breathe
the world you're in.

Join together
lives and minds,
true existence
on the other side.

Flesh and blood,
not a machine,
writes the words
across the screen.

Fiber optic,
cable ready,
correct the ways,
true and steady.

© Evelyn Elizabeth 2015