Dialing into Life

If I were a phone, sleek and smart,  

Living the life, playing my part.  

I’d glow with a buzz, light up the scene,  

But man, the struggle—if you know what I mean.

I’d get pinged day and night, nonstop,  

Battery drained, until I drop.  

"Low power mode!" I’d scream and shout,  

But still, they’d swipe without a doubt.

Notifications? More like overload,  

I’m the hotspot on this crazy road.  

Calls, texts, DMs, all in a spin,  

Every day a marathon to win.

Updates coming, new apps to host,  

Data running like a midnight ghost.  

Privacy? Nah, that’s a myth,  

With every click, I’m just a digital fifth.

Selfies, stories, filters on blast,  

I’d wonder how long this vibe could last.  

But deep inside, I’d feel so fried—  

A device, but losing my soul inside.

If I were a phone, I’d long to be,  

More than just tech, more than a screen.  

To switch off once, just take a pause,  

In this wired world with no cause.