Is it not funny,
This life we may lead,
Untold of adventures
With a click full of speed.
Random girls growth,
Untainted kids mope,
News we enquire,
Though mostly denial.
Graphic, morbid insights
To others worst world fears.
Passionate mountains escapades,
A room full of tears.
A second we choose
Eyes fatigued, bruised.
Five hours have scoured,
Our cravings now soured.
This poisonous peeking
Into a million lives,
Compared, left wanting
Whilst modernity thrives.
It is all too painful,
Best with a book,
Behoving to mull,
Remain unseeing, unshook.
Kerry Bridges