We need to throw our phones
away, far into the ocean.
Being so connected is poison
turning us into drones.
Where was the time
we would play outside?
Let our imagination live wild
in the dirt and the grime.
Yet, we still hold the power
to walk barefoot on the ground.
Instead, our heads are cast down
lodged in our web browsers.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
ŞiirPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
