Staring at your fingertips, protected by distraction
Carefully crafting and cropping your story
Racing to check out the latest update
Every time we unlock, a small dose of dope
Even in the presence of others, we need the fix
Never knowing the feeling of being disconnected
Silence, a forgotten embrace.
“We are being held momentarily by the train’s dispatcher”
Feet begin to tap with discontent.
Impatience sets in,
As if eagerly awaiting a loved ones return.
But they groan and they mumble,
For what will only take a minute.
What is really so important,
That they must anger over such a small delay?
Their safety, health, well being – intact.
Yet somehow tempers break like shattered glass.
“Thank you for your patience”
An unexpected jolt of inertia.
Lips part in conversation,
Feet now tap to the beat of the tune.
Suddenly they are relieved.