The Screen Eyed promenaders
Finger tapping worlds away
No longer live outside the box
In their almost light of day
In small groups they click restricted
Scrolling at a rate of knots
Searching for what’s happening
In their slim, connected slots
Sending icons of their feelings
Hoping someone understands
Sharing likes and laughing loudly
Thumbs and fingers tap offhand
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