Hiding Away

There's a glowing white box
That just won't relent
Because one more thing will pop up
In the corner
Or maybe the left or right

When I write
When I communicate
When I photograph
When I watch
It's there

When I lift my head up
It's uncomfortable
Because I can't control reality
But I can control what I click and press
So it's so easy to succumb

Instead of exploring what I don't know
Instead of lifting my head up
Instead of communicating face-to-face
I hide behind the glowing white box
Because it's easier that way

Wasting away hours
Because I don't have courage to face
What I don't know
What seems not interesting enough
I'm done

I'm sick of seeing the world
From behind a screen
I'm tired of hiding away from the world
And even just watching it
I want to be a part of it

I want to the bright summer sunshine on my face
I want to beam just as bright as its brilliant rays
I want to smile with a glint and a shimmer
Of another feeling beyond satisfactory happiness
A feeling that only the real world summer sunshine could offer