

Everywhere we look
they wait
they lurk
demanding our time
our life
our emotion
our sense of wonder
they grasp
they grab
they steal
a moment forever
on the neon billboards they are preaching
on the smart phones they are stupifying
in the headlines they are a sensation
hungry for our time
they will perfect their lying
but even if the world believes them
does it make them true
does it make them worth all the time we give them
every moment we invest in fear
we will never see again
every hour we live as a slave to their lie
is another lost opportunity to live
every year we are content to sit and stare
we drift a little further down the river
we fall a little further down the hill
maybe we need to wake up and start dreaming
maybe we need to exchange the virtual for the real
the emptiness for a divine purpose
sometimes sanity comes by leaving
the things they are screaming
their bells, whistles and constant ringing
the walls of white noise
they are building
you know, you are worth more than this
you are more than a robot, built for pushing around and prompting