In the zone.
Too engaged to be on the phone
Texting stupid pictures,
Asking stupid questions
But choosing rather, to be present.
There is little worse than being in two places at once
And it seems our technology has allowed us that debilitating luxury.
But rarely ever makimg meaningful connections.
Its like finding yourself in the arms of one you do not love
A deception to the both of you,
Yet you continue,
In each’s others absence
For where the heart is not
The man is not.
So why pretend to be there in the first place?