Distant communication
Connect without intention
All lives entwined together
Makes bonds and bruises shallow
When peers are so close
Words on a screen, voice in a box
Sight and touch are replaced by synthetics
Where does a mother fit into this world of perpetual contact?
Digitally forsaken, the elders are shunned and forgotten
They lie to each other
When they speak with phantom mouths
They lie to each other
With a paucity of thought
They lie to each other
By denying absence
They lie to each other
In this disconnected life
They lie to each other
When they speak with phantom mouths
They lie to each other
With a paucity of thought
They lie to each other
By denying absence
They lie to each other
In this disconnection