Written on Not quite October

Drone on a phone,
drones on phones,
everywhere,
everywhere.

I try to smile,
sometimes I say, "Hi,"
but all of the drones pass me by.

Do any of you drones care?
It's hard to see that you are aware,
when you sit and stare.

Drone on a phone,
drones on phones,
everywhere,
everywhere.

You sit and stare,
and sometimes you buzz,
when I think I am alone.
I say, "Hey drone, you're not alone!"

And all I hear is a moan,
while they put away their phone.
And beware.

Drone on a phone.
Drones on phones,
everywhere,
everywhere.

They say:
We don't know why.
Do you know why?
Must we all die?

We try to cry.
We try to cry.

And I think,
maybe I am alone.
I sit and I stare,
knowing that it isn't fair.

I don't know why.
Do you know why?
Must I die?

I try to cry.
I try to cry.

Because I know I will die,
and they will die
and we will die.

And I will become
a
drone on a phone.
Drones on phones,
everywhere,
everywhere.
And you will become
a
drone on a phone.
Drones on phones,
everywhere,
everywhere.
 Beware.