Because smartphones are apparently the new books…
Too easy to be lost.
Too easy to forget
while stuffing your face
with anything to fill your particular void.
Too easy to chase dragons
chemical emotional and intellectual
aimless as the minutes pass relentless.
We twist too much into ourselves,
tying attention into endless knots,
living in a tesseract we assemble
to avoid the inevitable truth.
Better to face the walls you make
than to stand naked before the mystery.
Easier to run
you make within
Than to risk
the other out there