my phone

The phone in my hand, a distraction, a trap. The hours I spend, are wasted, never to be had. The notifications that wait, a distraction, as I sleep. The texts that I read, and the calls that I take. The time I spend, is time that I can't reclaim. The information I take in, is useless, in the end. The phone in my hand, is a distraction, so endless trend. -knight