The outside world kisses my screen
I don’t let many people in
There must be a reason, there must be a purpose
Not just photos, bragging, promo, or pure lust

Sitting on the outside waiting for the next disaster
Why can’t people see what I see right in front of me
There’s a sucker born every minute, they say
Wake up, wake up, hip hip hooray

Gold rush, dot com, under water mortgages, and fake education
Social media is the latest disaster in the making
Touching, hugging, walking, talking
Put away your cell phone and reach out to a stranger

 

Published by Kathy

Kathy writes novels set on cruise ships and other travel locales, writes and produces dance music, and likes to imagine life as a DJ.