We got lost

We got lost thinking we could feel beauty in places we could only see it
We stared into our phones alone at pictures of places or faces we wished we knew
It’s true; I’ve done it too but its shallow

We got lost

In our places of comfort with our protectors we chose screens over smiles
We got lost staying home, seeing TV instead of each other
My brother picked another TV show over a soccer game outside with me

We can see beauty everyday with the click of a button
But feeling it is so different

Lay outside on a brisk winter night with rustling bushes and
Creaking crickets singing serene symphonies
That embarrass any attempt any phone could make to replicate the noise and you’ll see too
How far away we’ve gotten from real beauty

When the lights on our screens grow too bright for shriveled eyes and shriveled hearts                                                          And while the promises of friends and followers are broken as they always will be

                  
                  Wander out into the dark and breath

And on a brisk winter night, in the season of death
You’ll never feel more alive