Call Me Silly

Call me silly But I enjoy being on a beach with a good book Minus the worry about chargers or glares on my screen It's just me and my handsome hero, his beautiful love In that far away land, in the middle of that intricate mess. And what is the point of a family meal when all you hear now Are beeps of Berries or tunes of GaGas Call me silly But I prefer the pleasures of a snail mail letter In comparison with emails, pings and tweets Instead of worrying about internet connection and hackers, I do not need to worry about the internet service provider Who can one day take away my precious memories Just because his terms and conditions says he can Yes, call me silly But these are my memories of love and failure Peace and turbulence, that will be my gift to my children The silly letters that my best friend wrote to say That he loved me for better or for worse and I believed Without worrying that he may have another wife That I will one day find through online Spaces or Books Call me silly But even as I am fascinated with the wonders That the world of social media can give me I worry more often about how I am misunderstood In a world of instant travel and friendship Where rules do not exist And when they do, are rarely followed Call me silly But in a world where everything seems so easy One click, everyone says We spend so much time on the whole world Instead of on those who really need us In a world where rumours are a trend And truth is an afterthought Call me silly But why do people trust what this online world says When all it takes is this, I have a secret you see, says this person Let's listen, say another hundred or more Who cares if its true? Who cares if it hurts? Simply nobody you see Yes, call me silly, if you will But I think this is exactly, what it means When our parents told us Too much of a good thing Can actually be a bad thing.