The tyranny of propinquity

Not by the governor

Rather by the governed

Promotion of oneself

To others

Whether it be helpful

Or whatever druthers

The focal point

Revolving around self

Can be a distraction

To the world around us

Bring down our mental health

Pushed by computers

Autonomous machines

We paint out every line now

Every scene

To share

To focus on me

Is this the grasping point

Of technology

We must oblige to pass

On devices that consume

Texting and eating

Making calls in the bathroom

Time forgotten

Time wasted

Time forgone

Let we wake up free

To smell the fresh summers lawn

For the tyranny of propinquity

When life is lived digitally

Is to much

For me