From my crib I could see
The soft glowing of the screen
I could hear the gentle click
I could feel the gentle hum
Some are connected only by touch
By a scroll, by a click, by a tap
And when they are done, they disconnect
Some are connected by simple means
But I am connected to the machine
It is a network of electrons
Being passed from wall to box to mind
In the blink of an eye
It connects to the soul
It is a soul - an extension of our humanity
We are connected to it because we created it
And it continues to recreate us
It is taken advantage of, surely
Taken for granted as nothing
But a black box in the corner,
In the pocket - a tool
But within it lies a world
That waits to be traveled
That lends to curiosities of its and our own
Some are connected by simples means
But I - I am connected to the machine
