My concentration now exists in many parts.
It’s like piece of glass dropped on the ground
The mobile phone and laptop make eyes dart
I long to keep my soul and body calm
Yet pieces of my mind I’ve never found
My concentration now exists in curious parts.
Like fish who dither when they see a shark
How pitiful they have no way to shout
The mobile phone and laptop make mind dart
What kind of steps will give me a new start?
I confess to having more than many doubts
Infinite in its cold is my lost heart
Net addicts, anonymous and tart,
Have a party inside me or out.
Do you think a cat would do less harm?
Let us map the intellect by charts.
The mind has slipped and has become a tart.
The focus now, post-modern, fragments sight.
The mobile sounds and empty laps wield fright