My phone comes out,
A text message
Or an article to read.
I am blind.
Music pumping inside,
spastic switching.
My phone is still out
I am deaf.
No one around me
to share my day.
No need for words.
I am mute.
A spine cracks.
Pages flip as I
pack up and leave.
I am lost.
I choose my environment
Or it chooses me.
It doesn't matter,
Because the result is the same.
I need all this to live.
So I don't look too hard
at what's important.
So I don't need to change.
