I do have a few good friends
But I thought, my thoughts and feelings I'll cleanse.
Anyways, I stay far away.
From the games people tend to play.
Most people really don't care.
All are busy with their own affairs.
Over the last few years, I reduced my talks.
Until I finally reached the bottom rocks.
Away from the conniving fox.
Only thing left was a phone detox.
Out of the sight of those hawks.
Circling above me seeking gossip blocks.
Some worry my shadow will give them the pox.
So I stay away and just do a detox.
If I were to go down memory lane.
When life was simple and life was plain.
Like an air crash investigation, if I were to introspect.
And give my two bits about how it got so wrecked.
Instead I prefer just removing old socks.
And doing a total contact-list detox.
To many, I may seem weird and rude.
But I'd rather to my phone not be so glued.
From the beginning I had this habit alone.
I never really cared to check my phone.
Until I had like five hundred messages.
Three months later, replying to birthday wishes.
Good or bad, well that's another subject
But, to me back then, life was almost perfect.
I'm not saying I absolutely hate technology.
But for being inactive on social media, I won't give an apology.
This time, I deleted my WhatsApp for long.
Anticipated on returning a eulogy or funeral song.
Thought everybody would have noticed; but I guess I was wrong.
Because to this strange world I no longer belong.
Few did notice my last seen
And wondered if to heaven or hell I'd been.
Those are the ones I'll never forget
Etched in my memory, like the English alphabet
It's not like I loathe people.
Although, I most certainly dislike the ripple.
It's not like I can't deal with it.
The reason is plain and simple, I'll admit.
I just don't want to tell any lies.
Or sound delusional and sever all ties.
I'm taking a break from neglect or inadvertent words.
And keeping my eyes focused just on The Bird.
It's finally time to bear the fruits.
Past few years spent in developing new roots.
I waited all too long to jeopardize.
They'll only coerce words within me to antagonize.
For some time, in this bubble be.
Until harvest time, a full grown fruit tree.