Phones

We are a generation inside a dream

A dream that projects at the speed of light

Words fly off our fingers at near that speed

But they fall upon deaf ears in silence

Are we ever to talk to one another

On phones like those of the forever past

Or is the only language we know

The letters that fall off tiny keyboards

Onto digital signals in space

The generations of the future

Will communicate in some other way

That we have not evolved in the present

Will it heal the disease that permeates

The world of miscommunication now

So that we can come together as one

In a unity of the human species

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