8 July 2012
Isn't it madness? We live in an age... Where technology surrounds us, As an every-day cage.
I Skype in the morning, To say hello to my mum, When she's only downstairs, A few steps and then some.
And I text my brother, When I want some tea, Because the kettle's downstairs; He should bring it up to me.
I'll FaceTime my sister, To ask her something, She's only a room away I'll give her a ring!
And my dad, I will text, To ask for bus times, Another feature of laziness: One of my crimes.
It's got to the point, Where I just don't see why, I should get up, For 'hello' or 'goodbye'.
My mother came in, And groaned at the sight: iPod in hand, Laptop alight.
My phone on my knee, That was three devices, And she acted like this, Was a terrible crisis!
I'm lazy, of course, But I do leave my bed, Sometimes make the exception: Face-to-face talk instead.
It's just worrying, I guess, When it's easy to stay, And avoid moving places, And getting away.
T3CHN0L0GY • Opuss № I