Attached.

A phone was once a cure, now a poison.

A poison we are addicted to but maybe

it's our lifeline, our medicine, because that

card is our lifeline keeping our lives

from being on the line.

Once to make the world better

Now distracting ourselves from it,

For some it’s their only home because

They never knew where it was and only

Ever wanted to go back to the home

Button.

And they keep getting faster and faster

But maybe that's because life won’t

Slow down.

Help for the ones who “don’t need it”

And can’t tell anyone they are hurting

Because it will only hurt them

More.

Because when reality is virtual

We don’t have to worry.

As long as you have wifi then everything

And most anything vitual is free.

Because that’s the best reality to me.

No worries.

Because for some technology isn’t poison

Our minds and it's the only antidote

To know one understands and the only cure

for being misunderstood.

Because some of us need that cord to

Keep us attached to life or else we

Would. . .

Stop, freeze, die, feel more which

Is somehow worse than opening our eyes.