A Shattered Hourglass [English Poetry]

Life in a Square

It's like a nightmare, they were walking like dead people,

But it's a pain for me, because nobody wants to die too fast.

They knew their life was already taken,

Traped in a screen, traped in a phone, traped in the television,

It's somehow the way to live now, our life fit in small pixels,

Small boxes, we can take it with us everywhere, in this giant world.

This is life, this is death, we fit in this emptiness.

The cloud is just an other name for what we put fragments of us in,

Fragments of data, saved stories, saved memories,

We travel with GPS, we're talking to talkative softwares,

Sometimes we even scream at them.

And what about Siri, she knows more than the friend next to you,

Even the dictionnary takes more time to discover, under the fingers,

And what about the taste of the paper, the smell of the ink?

We don't need to breathe, don't we? We don't need to smell, don't we?

Perfumes fits in bottles, the sent of a tree, or even the sent of winter,

Just press a button, and you'll be in an other season.

Do we need to see? Our eyes can't see far anymore, because all of what we need,

Fits in a square. We can see far, but is it really far?

What will learn children tomorrow, I've know a world where I had to hide

To read my book under my blanket. Now I just see a world where

We can't hide.

There are still things existing, like love.

And again this can also fit in a square, and a screen.

But this feeling is probably what can save us, because no matter

How much we are traped in those machines,

Love is the only way to be saved.