Device[s]
Let me paint you a picture
Of a world gone blind from hours untallied
Peering into a window of light so blinding
It consumes our thoughts every moment
Step into the door, my friend
There's nothing to fear here
Just fossils in this old museum
And relics from a nobler time
Over here is a parchment and quill
And here is an envelope
My favorite exhibit - the postal office
Mail carts and forlorn typewriters
Run your hands over the keys
Let the dust sift between your fingerprints
And think back to when our ancestors
Put thought into what they put to paper
We are only human
And humankind thrives on false sounds of progress
A million monkeys on a million touchscreens
Eventually they'll resurrect Faulkner
Maybe the next Shakespeare
Is a face behind a plastic screen
A double-edged sword poised
To run him through the moment he puts his mind to work
And all the while the world waits
On bated breath for status updates
Stock quotes and news and photo galleries
Some banal, some useful
But in the end our devices
Bleed us dry every second of the day
Our instant feedback at our fingertips
Is our lifestream in twenty seconds or less