by Winston A. Spencers
I've tried to understand
but couldn't.
Why can people stay happy,
after all the sad things that happen in the world.
How can people talk to each other?
I have nothing interesting about me.
Technology is useful, but aren't we using too much?
Why do we stay in the same room but won't talk to each other,
instead talk to a "friend" far away on our phones?
Is it because we are lonely inside?
Because we are tired of experiencing the same thing.
Why? Why? Why must I ask why?
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