Network
/Today, we find each other
In searches on the computer,
But what is there to be had
From pleasantries that ring cold,
“Like” buttons pressed,
Before the adulated photos and sentiments,
The lives behind them,
Are promptly forgotten,
Each searcher in their own flailing
Search for themselves,
Consumed
By the inescapable escape,
These constant forays
Into the tunnels of media
That don’t render us social,
But only immobile,
Wondering who we can be next,
How we can compete with that,
So all you find
Are questions,
Feeling more unfamiliar
With the veneers of people you thought you knew
Than familiar,
Your queries only going unanswered,
Messages sent
Going unread.
With everyone in this faceless web,
Perhaps we aren’t always, really,
More connected.
Did you know what you had
Back when life was about
Simply being lived,
And not about what’s to be used and had,
Things and personas
To be acquired, owned,
This void of the future
More a place of possibility,
Advancements to be made,
Than the unknown.
When you’ve moved squares ahead
On the game of life,
Only to realize,
In your lostness,
That you’re further backwards
Than forward,
Seeing your steps towards progress
Aren’t really part of the utopia
You envisioned,
Where do you go?
The network you’ve built
Is a box you’re trapped in.
By Kathryn Sadakierski