No land line now
In hand, pocket, purse
We call that progress
It’s really regress
Availability when turned on
Silence when tuned out
So what’s the “dif” these days
“On” isn’t when it’s set to ring
That’s as old as clocks on walls
We see and believe our way is best
Today’s world the Cell is a beast at rest
It demands and it records
It summons and it hoards
Every word and every deed
Forever recorded with breakneck speed.
Where do all these “notations go”
More importantly, where stored and why
Are we constantly observed and detailed
For what purpose are we monitored
Did not date or put down time
Did not see where this would align
It has a birth, others determine its line
As for me, I’ll try to enjoy the ride.
