Digital Lovers (r.davis)

I don't understand where it is we are going

we're in such a hurry we are not to see

we hide in our houses admire the sunlight

and live out our lives through the cable tv

the intimate musings of ones and their zeros

the digital lovers they spread their disease

and nothing is shocking except our momentum

nothing forbidden just do as you please

the air is ablaze with invisible signals

a media frenzy with little to say

"your pockets are cradling instant salvation"

and meanwhile your spirits are wasting away

the small talk we make is still making us smaller

insidious motives are filling our ears

and thoughtless minutia calls like a religion

brazenly begging for all to adhere