Artisocial

Every minute the curious man owns,

He takes wood and breaks it with stone.

But every minute he has the stone,

Makes him blessed,

For he may not know what is coming next.

Now the man opens up a device,

Reminding him of memories and what he has sacrificed.

With taps of his fingers,

The man realizes where everything lingers.

He used to use nature to be social,

But you know that even man makes friends artificial.

Author's Note

Can you connect to this?