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What would I change?

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Racing at a heart throbbing pace

Leaving in its wake

Starry-eyed folks

Who wish to hold hands,

Mingling their words

Entwined

In a blanket of sentiment

 

Our quiescent world has grown silent

Staccato messages reaching out

Taciturn contraptions processing

Lonely deaf ears stand in waiting

 

A text

Cold and shallow

An e-mail

Oh so boring!

 

It feels barren and mundane

Redundancy is commonplace

Drab images, grey tones, empty words

Snap shots and video clips galore

Digitalized misrepresentation

Cement, ashen hills, and bare fields

Sour pusses and the back of heads

Closed doors and sulky pupils

 

 

The stairwell fills

 with lackadaisical classmates

Assorted screens in hand

 animated fingers grasping

Absorbed yet dull expressions

No One converses

No one is sparkling

Stiff and mechanical operations

 

 

Sleepy eyes shun apparitions now routine

Cranky, I miss the melodrama

Kids playing ball in the street

Meandering home with friends

Endless teasing and giggles

Silly and serious exchanges

Fighting and then making up

And in the end a great big hug

 

Warm colors of violet, auburn and orange

Flood my lids with rays of calm

Stillness and quiet permeate

Shouts invade my dream state

 

For just a moment I am free

Free to explore my mind’s eye

Free to float on azure seas

Free to soar high above the rough torn fabric

  That man has woven of deceit

 

I hold my tongue

Scavenging for a witty remark

Like a duck among hens

What might I impart upon them?

My dreams take me

     Beyond their shadows

 

A lively south wind swirls and sways

Branches in bloom rejoice

Birds glide and melodiously tweet

Cats and dogs banter

And I hum

Intoxicated by the force of the waves

 

Back to the world of man I stir

Cramped in a narrow space

A simple request for

 Chit Chat

Face to Face

     Jointly Binding

Our essence

A friendship to make

 

Not in a glass house

But one of natural wood

At a long table

Engaging in spirited discussion

Such entertainment!

Without captivating gadgets

   To divide us

 Virtual reality OMG

 

 

 

 

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