28/07/2025
so my mobile device is sat in tech prison,
see all the lights in the prism,
The universe is shouting and im ready to listen,
so many souls i see just shimmer and glisten,
so back to the task at hand,
maybe my next phone should be a different brand,
it wouldnt make a difference,
its all just a scam,
so many new phones and sim cards,
you'd think im on the lamb,
well the truth is i was,
and iam,
i was running from you,
i was running from me,
i looked to the mirror and didn't know what to see,
so many obscure faces seering me,
Each face with its's own distinct mark,
yet still retaining some sort of unifying bark,
a slight glint in each eye,
to remind me it is in fact the same guy,
just different pieces,
of different puzzles,
not all complete,
some have all the pieces littered in the street,
some the world has had the pleasure to meet,
others where confined to a small boy playing under a sheet,
so my phone is broke,
as i dropped it,
but if im honest,
i like the piece i get away from it,
i feel like a kid in the street again,
no phone,
no plan,
just a little boy wanderer,
doing what he can.
