by KALVIN KINGSHILL
I have a computer in my hands.
Confined in a small innocuous rectangle,
it reaches to the far corners of the earth,
many of which I’d never see.
I am seconds away from any answer,
yet ages away from finding my own.
I can meet with lost friends
or discover millions of new ones,
but I don’t look up at the ones beside me.
With a few touches, I can save someone’s life,
but while behind the wheel, I can destroy it.
I need it too much to ditch,
but depend on it too much to carry.
What I know for sure is that for a price,
I can hold the World in my Hands.