Phone

A creature lost in its thoughts

When awakened in the morning

Trying to connect the dots

From the headlines; it's absorbing

When the world crawls into the mind

And when you feel like dying

There’s something which is kind

A screen that helps with lying

Bright at night, a light of hope

Used in many ways, all across the world

Like a sin(x) slope

Making our hearts go whirled and hurled

Though it makes us feel at ease

Without it, there’d be no peace