Ding.

Ding.

This technology a
gift or a curse?

To have internet,
pictures, and friends

All in the palm of
our hands

But it comes at a
price

Our own device

Distraction,
destruction, or worse

When jenny got
behind the wheel that day

And texted her
friend to say she was on her way

She neglected to
look both ways and

Stop.

It comes at a price.

At what point will
we refuse to pay

The fee that is not
debt free

The temptation is
too great

We can’t just put
it away

Ding.

We looked down

Instead of looking
both ways.

But could our own
curse be the solution

To install an app
that tracks our movement

To feel the speed we
are going

And block all
incoming texts, snapchats, and calls

We are only human

We get distracted

But with no
notifications to sway us away

We would always look
both ways.