Inside

This poem captures the childhood of an modern American child. It mainly speaks of screens: ipads, televison, etc.

The screens that take us in between

The outside and the inside

Too surprised, excited to see the screen

The brightness of the screen, steals our attention

We sit on our couches

When there's mountains

And rivers

And things to be discovered

We remember moments, physical conversation

Emotions, feelings, happy times

We don't remember our high scores

Because points on a game are nothing

But a day in the sun is everything

A memory, a thought

A twinkle in an eye

There is so much to be discovered

But yet we sit inside

It's really an analogy, an example

Inside, isolated from the outside

Inside, when everything happening is outside

We spend our time watching reality shows

Because our realities are too boring

We fly planes on our screens

But if we could just look up, we would see it.

Real plants, grass, ice, snow. It's real.

But screens are fake.

Screens are inside.