Hey! There’s a new drug on the scene
Incessant mumbling of the cell phone fiend
They’re called cell phone junkies
And they emulate copy-cat monkeys
Gaze at a river swiftly moving to the Sea
Short-life within, struggling to Be
Embrace the gentle wind blowing Free
Touching your face, blissful Reverie
Qualities existing in only a few
Compassionate tolerance in lieu
Of cold indifference to any acceptance
Void of the essence of relevance
Twilight stalking the night, predatory stance
Opens door for velvet blackness to advance
Stars hypnotized in lunar trance
Ideal setting for earthly romance
What if death should suddenly up and die?
Would humanity weep a mournful cry?
Or, would rejoicing engulf the world
Where new rules of living would surely unfurl?