A collective look
Singular face
Simplicity connections
Click into place

Forging the way
Lighting the path
Bringing the future
Into modern-day hands

Although with different looks
The information is the same
Predictive algorithms
Delegating fame

Some would mock
Scuff at the system
“Bring down the walls!
You are the victim!”

Yet their free ways
Come with a price
All hands that touch
Their unguarded device

Nothing to click
Or fall into place
Everything’s jagged
No uniform or grace

More eyes that see
More ears that hear
Every move they make
To any interface frontier

So I shall keep
All my eggs in this basket
For I know where
Comes my future casket