I press my hands to the glass
and I’m surprised to find that I’m on the other side of that
I suspect it’s two way but all I see is me
I’m just pulling puppet strings, instead of strings its my TV
That’s the sticky part of it, the double sided sword and screen
what you watch must watch you back and what you see is what you dream
Consume with care
The images like gum all in your hair
But the gum grows claws and teeth and sticks it’s hands in your beliefs
a TV screen can seem so easy with its soft and fuzzy glow
how the phones are so alluring with the funny things they know
it’s not tech or wires or semiconductor devices which cause me fear
It’s the way we walk with eyes and ears impaired letting screens steer
Careful what you consume
What content lives inside your room
Is it easier to eat another’s meal than feel the doom
what if I have nasty thoughts?
then lets export them to the lots
present me with your own facade and talk and talk
I’m drawn so harshly to the couch or to the wall to shut my mouth
The screens they shout don’t think don’t breathe just let it out
Well, keep it in
just consume my stuff my friend
let’s make amends and hear the