Looking, hearing the fingers of the world
Communicating in place of mouths, words
I am just as guilty myself
Constantly preoccupied with this world held in my hand
While all the while not communicating anything but boredom
Look at me, in my eyes
Speak to me of wisdom and truth
Rather than settings on your Bluetooth
And talk to me about freedom and simplicity
With relationship and intimacy
No semi-colon and parenthetical expressions of joy
Give me something genuine that
May not make you laugh out loud
(I hate that expression by the way
For those of you that don’t know that about me)
I’m funny but not that damn funny
But thanks for stroking my ego
With your textual expression of laughter
I need to express and feel something real
Besides these worn out keys that keep calling
Out, screaming out, for attention
When all I want is a hug, a toothy grin
Let’s bring things back to humanity again
Rather than communicating through satellites of disillusion
A human interaction revolution
7/20/10
