
Poem: Tech Talk
Many times we are in our own little worlds.
A place you can do no wrong
There we do as we wish don't face the repercussions of our actions.
A place isolated to us and us alone.
Keyboard warriors, we are
An Instant Noodle generation
Consumed by our own vanity
Oblivious to the world around us
In a place isolated to us and us alone

Snapping about rather than Chatting with
Insta fame drives us
Swiping left to real humans and real emotions
Too distracted to hear the twits of the birds
Lives controlled by it
The technology that was meant to make things easier
Made things harder
Communicating with each other
Not to one another
Destroying the essence of humanity
Now hear me out as I break this down for you.
I sit on a bus today.
Staring into space
Avoiding contact: Eye, physical or verbal
Just a polite smile and the occasional nod
Earphones in
Phone out
Music on
Scroll
A routine I have mastered.
Does it not scare us
To know the truth of our murder.
Giving birth to a generation that will never understand the world before
Before the shiny lights and wifi
Independence, outside of the isolation

What happened to people saying Hie to strangers
Delighting in the knowledge that they bring with them
A people who made eye contact
Who listened and laughed at that awkward silence
People who allowed others into their worlds
I want to live in that world.
A word of childlike confidence
That feels no discomfort.
Embraces the new
But acknowledges the past.
So yes, technology made things easier
Faster and More efficient
But it also made things hard