As I walk down the road
On my own 
I watch the birds and flowers
And feel you buzzing
In my phone.

It seems these days
We can never be
Truly on our own
We are almost never
Truly free.

I love to see you
I love to talk
But the beauty of
This nature is obscured
Almost every walk.

We text and call
And hold on tight
To the metal buzzing
That steals all
Our will to fight.

We love our tech yet
We cease to see
The beauty with
Each eye opening

Switch to silent
And open your eyes
See what is waiting
Before all your
Time flies.


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