Go forth, and touch the grass you see,
And ‘member who you are.
The cool brisk wind flows through its blades
Anxiety and pain will fade
Beneath your toes, the earth is laid
As sun shines from afar.

The piercing glow upon your screens,
Is not what you’ve been told.
A lying, torturous device
That feeds your malice and your vice
And isn’t that a hefty price?
For cheap, your soul is sold.

And yet, we scroll and we pretend,
This isn’t a disease.
All radicalized to no end
To fight with others, kin, and friend
Any dissent we reprehend
A sickness we must work to mend
But will not come with ease.

I urge, no beg, for you to quit
To exit from the cave.
The digital panopticon
Offers to show you all you want
While turning us into its pawns
A slave to someone else’s plan
An unfit life for any man
A lesser fate than all the damned
But we can all be saved.

Go forth, and touch the grass you see,
Gaze up at the night sky
Walk through the forests full of trees
Along the rivers and the creeks
And leave behind the blue-hued screens
Recreate communities
Capture who you’re meant to be
Although it won’t come easily
Confronting where the shadows lie
We must have faith enough to try
Before life slips us by.