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The optic nerve in your eye grasps the morning light

You blink yourself into reality but not quite

First and foremost, you must scan a small device

Carefully placed arm's length from your slumber

Begin judging yourself with a notification number

Before rehydrating your body or stretching your legs

Your first moments awake are reading timeline threads

Compelled to respond and view before starting your day

Guilty as charged of the millennial way

Comrades in age

The very first to take stage

In the cyber theater

Enter approval meter

A virtual leader

A delusion breeder

Of a fascinating fixation

A world of simulation

Of unfulfilling conversation

Yet we knew the feeling before it all

When a phone was merely for a call

It was strictly bound to a landline

A melodic memory of a simpler time

Sun and sweat on our skin took priority

A machine did not possess ultimate authority

Children were outside in thick crispy snow

Curiosity quenched with pathways to grow

Goosebumps lined our arms like crops on a farm

No fabricated data to inflict mental harm

Customary dinner at the kitchen table

A family ritual and a screen free staple

Entertainment attained from ideas and imagination

No mindless clicking needed for mental stimulation

The youth ran outside and skinned their knees

They learned from mistakes and were stung by bees

Muscles contracted, blood flowed and made strength

Soak in the outdoors where time had no length

Slapping a film in our face just was not enough

Dirt, grass and park sand made us all tough

No chats or highlight reels; no tapping so mindless

Only credible connection and in-person kindness

Conversation relied solely on the spoken word

It was up to our brains to decipher and infer

No handheld machine to think for ourselves

Just genuine attention and books lined on shelves

Society was well accustomed to patience and poise

Now instant gratification and inappropriate noise