Meesh Poem by Chris Haifley

I'm loosing my friend to technology,
She's giving in to the fiction of networking,
Falling for an invisible boy,
And taking text to heart.
She's preferring the bright white and blue banner to the blue of the evening sky.
I'm loosing my friend to technology.

I'm loosing my sister to technology.
Too much of a good thing always turns sour,
But not when the good is the only thing displayed,
To this whole latent world, where eyes guide our ways,
And fingers dictate our tongues,
So much is easier said than done.
I'm loosing my sister to technology.

I'm loosing my escape to technology,
The clean, crisp, bright world is littered with sin,
And it traps everyone who dares to look inside,
Into the chaos and confusion of a world easily corrupted.
Where no one is who they seem to be,
And words and taps of fingers can travel a thousand miles.
I'm loosing my escape to technology.