The Technical Choice

Feast on this world inside

Ones and zeros and coding arise

Your alone, but yet you are not

Go on facebook and let your eyes rot

Reality is now seemingly an illusion

Your phone is a hand-held portal

Those tablets set with vast information

The horizon doesn't seem to end

Perceptions of social cues bend

And what of the habits made?

Can't we find this digital world a charade?

Yet the partiers continue to parade

From politics to porn- can we not be saved?

And who are you? Who am I?

Can we honestly tell this without a lie?

Soon it starts to feel lonely outside

Where there is no screen to hide behind

No games to pass the time

Are we going to be fine?

But the last question that leaves the mind

Is which world would we leave behind?

To where shall we go for our daily grind

Our daily binds in each which keep us blind

In our own moments of time