Clockhands

Clockhands
Digital betrayal
Phones attached to wrists
Smarter than their hosts
Libraries silent, occupied by ghosts
Streets vacant, social macrocosm exposed
Land of the lost, chasing profit, fool’s gold
Turn the clock back, patient, slow
I was a kid once, the truth hidden
True as no child born
Of this world will
Know

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