A glowing screen, a flicker of light,
steals your day and haunts your night.
It makes you lethargic, it makes you fret,
regret your past, make your future a threat.

It declares aloud, “See how THEY shine,
Their lives are glorious, their stars align.”
But the truth lies in the present’s grace,
Not in your phone—your gift to embrace.

A slave you’ll become if you let it rule,
A cunning friend, a shrewd tool.
Switch off the noise,...