Friends

The gears are turning in our heads, our minds are always thinking.

There’s never silence in the air, the lights are always blinking.

Incoming messages inside my phone, the service engine light is on.

The neighbors screaming in the night, the birds are up before the sun.

And people ask me constantly, why I have gone away.

The question never fazes me, but it is so cliche.

It seems that social networks have risen to the helm,

And I have been transported into a different realm.

I much prefer my real friends, however few you are.

The ones who will sit down with me, and say nothing at all.