Disconnected short poem

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As a society, we have reached the point where vanity has overwhelmed sanity
Where we prefer big beds instead of big hearts
Where we aim to live in big cardboard boxes, hollow ones
Where we choose to take shelter alone than to sharing our blankets

We decide to be wireless,
Disconnected from our own humanity.

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Disconnected short poem

It’s a funny feeling, being totally remote. No connection to the world outside. My world has shrunk down To the walls of my house, To the boundaries of my city. I know many people, But as far as I’m concerned,