I’ve forgotten how to speak.
Words no longer form on my lips.
Instead they stream in steady flow,
From my fingertips.
No longer needing face-to-face interaction.
We’d rather text or IM,
Than make polite conversation.
Things only matter if they’re Facebook official.
I have 2,000 friends,
One too many I haven’t met.
We’ve forgotten what it meant to hang out.
To be with friends and chat.
No longer do we organise days out,
There is no need to travel beyond the living room sofa.
We Skype, we type.
Our online presence growing all the time.
Cybernetic consciousness.
The repercussions of the technological age.