Is anyone ever really too busy, to your message reply,
Or do priorities shift, as each day passes by?
The phone lights up, the messages stream,
But only some voices fit into their dream.

Yet whenever in their presence, they're glued to their phone,
But the moment they're out of sight, they become distant and cold.
"Too busy to text," just a cliche remark,
Yet somehow find time for who they hold dear in...