The more we create tools to connect,
The more our connections fade,
Connecting with machines,
Liking bits and bytes,
Ignoring them, staring at the screen,
Our eyes red, our minds bent.
Eyes cracked and minds wrapped,
The more we try to use our tools,
The more they own us.
There is no trust, no more through glass.
Distances are dust yet, in all the opportunity,
We see ourselves lost.
Sending our voice through the wire,
Hoping to get our every desire.
We all get to talk,
There’s no one to listen,
Only ourselves and A.I algorithms.