Everywhere I look I see people staring at their hand
As though there was something important there to see.
They miss so much around them with their eyes so firmly fixed
I wonder how important it must be!
Maybe its some kind of window that looks out upon the world
With vistas grand that hold them oh so rapt
Or, maybe there's some monster that lurks there within their hand
That has their mind completely in a trap.
I suspect it is the latter if the truth were really known
As to why so many lose their self control
And focus on the shiny thing that lies within their hand
Even while they're on a quiet country stroll.
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