The machine says:
Don’t compute
Insert data
Running numbers
Synthesize

Cold to the touch
Metal core
Wires and cords
No spirit

Calculate
Load…
No emotion
Void soul

Work is made easy
Easy is made hard
No tellers at the register
Orders filled online

Digital realities
Electronic lies
Job once filled by humans
Computerized

Adding and subtracting has declined
We lack the patience
We ignore the delicacy of time
Rushing to oblivion ignoring the beauty of small talk

Forgetting the interconnected moments
That unite us all
Conversing with bankers
Shopping at the mall

Don’t compute
Insert data
Run the numbers
Synthesize

It’s the technological age they say
This is evolution
Advancements is the solution
Have a life made of luxury

Love always, Esha <3