Put The Phone Down

Joined at the hips.
It knows more than you ever will.
It has become your brain.
It’s meant to think for you.

Writing is a chore.
Texting is the new pen and paper.
The whole world is in your hands
or so you’ve been led to believe.

This thing is very, very addictive.
It is constantly on your mind.
What if this or that happens!

Say, a missed call.
So you turn up the volume.
Sorry, don’t want that tragedy to happen.
Or, no text message alert.
Constantly glancing.

You have no life.
This thing goes everywhere with you.
You spend so much time together,
it’s like another family member.

Tired eyes.
Short on sleep.
Fighting the
“I’m going to miss something
if I put this phone down
or decide to turn it off
in case of an emergency”
very, very clever trick
to imprison the mind.