The clock ticks in the background like a mocking whisper

As the monotonous chirping of people continues on
As the incessant tapping of fingers on glass screens goes on
As each waking moment becomes more tedious than the previous

Soon each soul loses its spark
And gives way to hardwired programming
Blink, Breathe in, Breathe out, Blink

The keys on the keyboard sing
More than the birds do nowadays
But when the birds sing
Their songs look like a slowly decaying rose

People replace capacity for love with storage space
Scoop out their essence, to make room for newer upgrades
Substitute age old wisdom, for words the media proclaims popular
Modern life is 140 characters