Remember when you'd catch the eye,
Of a fellow passer by?
Commute to work, felt less alone,
Now our eye's condemned to phones.
Have not the time or liberty,
They did before to wonder free.
Leisurely browse parallel seats,
Per chances, in glance, two eyes might meet.
So as you travel zone to zone,
Remember of these things you've know.
Now, the apple of your eye,
An apple iphone.
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