The Twisted Internet

I wish I could find something real

In this twisted wired world

I wish connections could exist in reality

Not in fake virtuality

Where we have to search for one

When reality gave us none

I wish I could feel safe to talk

About my true feelings and emotions

In person and not to a computer

Or a phone or any freaking tablet

I wish it could be simpler than this

Like it was when my parents were here

It all started with a telephone

Which was a gift that kept us connected

And then moved on to the internet

Which had real good intentions

But made us its slave

Capturing us in its twisted rave

Things used to be so much simpler

Emotions were a lot stronger then

The passion and the drive was crazy

And people weren't lazy

And here I am just typing, not writing

A simple poem complaining about all this

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

They say we live in a world where people are closer now to strangers online than they are the people across their living room. Your words sting the soul... and well they should.