Technology

For all of the advances of humanity,
Communications over impossible distances.
Physics, maths and science.
We've learned, adapted and advanced.
And yet, we are fading, leaving.

We talk as before, and normally too.
But that tangible touch,
The meeting of eyes, silent communication.

Distance grows between,
and destroys that which could be.
Technology; A great advance.

This is true, yet so false.
We regress as we progress
On these wheels of destiny.

For deep down we yearm to touch,
too see.
Too talk to those who no longer exist,
In reality, just in our minds.

For how can we truly love, that which we cannot touch?
It drives towards insanity, that impossible love.
And so, I have lost my mind repeatedly,
Too suffer technology.