Not the way I want to see, not the way I wanted things to be,
he always had complains on his own life.
His cynicism as I call it now had driven him to the greatest heights
Of life, but alas he was alone. He found so many flaws in everything,
that he missed out on the good things.
His escape was a virtual world which lived in his phone,
Social networking or a phone book they call it.
One day, the voices stopped, he stepped out
He saw a light, it was the sun
He ran a bit on the ground
It was a heavenly feeling,
He could find all the flaws that he saw had now made sense
Yes but his joy was short lived
A beep on his phone..
The phone has now been charged.
His land of imagination was again flawed
He took up his phone and started typing, again
No matter what it was, or how it were
Those 120 minutes of a sign called “battery low”
Was perhaps the happiest he had been.
Now he knew the truth, the fault was not with people
But with him, the way he had with people
Perhaps people should meet rather than just write without paper
The human connection was missing!