Be still in a digital age

It’s a timeless art to sit still Be an old geezer One who bore nine children Or a private who fought Hitler Or be an indoor cat, jailed for life Put your smartphone down Mute the vibrating in your heart Chips stole how to be alone Divided the setting sun into seconds Be kind to geezers who gave you freedom They hold the art of being alone Without devices, Google and now AI We’ve become too specialized Waiting for the phone to give us orders We used to hunt, harvest and just be They spared us only one job we're good at Consume and consume I drink fill of mead till I Doordash more Be still, my hands tapping away Children growing gills in the digital age Snickering at geezers hobbling on land But see dinosaurs in chicken breasts You’ll all be on the chopping block We used to plant, now we just consume Swallow our home like a blue marble I’ve lost the way of being still Depression loves social media It makes us all feel uneasy and hungry Makes us itch for more Makes us feel left out Being still is an easy prescription Not easily filled for wine on the shelf Something gained Something lost Isn’t that how it works? To lay my head as a Gen Z Never waking primeval Every click in some server Consuming nothing but myself Sitting on the john relieving myself My cell phone put away A geezer with war stories No youth cares about A dinosaur evacuated Finally still as fossils Consume till extinction And I'm just dessert