When did something made to serve
Become the thief of time?
The tools we said would lead to ease
Have failed to give us the life sublime.
Looking back, the pattern is there
We focus more on look, don’t miss
And of the living moment we are unaware.
Before the bytes and megas and gigs
Distractions shone from screens built large
And power from wires, towers, rigs.
Small screens now we have in hand
Amazing tools equipped for speed
Connecting with ease through data streams
Not pausing for borders or land.
Privacy and peace, if they ever were real
Seem too easy now to give
For the latest flash and the newest sound
Just sign up for another deal.
Yet through it all, time spent with no end
A lucky few find truths to share
And there are righteous fights for justice or peace
Or the prize beyond worth- a friend.