You jump to its every buzz and beep
Never far away, rarely out of reach
Constant monitoring, as if watching your first born
To separate you would feel like a limb has been torn
A portal to other worlds, a projection of you
Your identity, your thoughts - it holds these true
It receives more strokes and care than those dearest and near
Discretely informing you when you've been tagged or poked
The language it uses is a mystery indeed
An aversion with faces smiley and funny - screams of need
Your life is contained through it, without you feel incomplete
Yet six months will pass and this brick is obsolete.
Note on inspiration: This is a piece I wrote in June 2012, however with the launch of the new iphone it seems quite topical. It contains my observations of how those around us treat and interact with their mobile/smart phones and the dependency relationship they form with them.
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