Death by media

When the earth takes back its mountains
And the seas drain dry of water,
The sky swallows whole the sun
And the winters just get hotter
Where will we be?
Will we ever be able to pry our eyes
From the glowing screens we watch so dearly.
Will we even notice our blackened skies,
Or the beauty missing from us so clearly?
We can watch with un-withering patience
The world through a window of flashing lights.
Colors from a scientific source that we don't understand,
Yet we watch it through the night.
Have we a fresh breath in our lungs
Since the days when we saw the sun?
Will we live forever in simulated company,
Or has this dependent life just begun?
Will the flowers wither away slowly
And turn to dust before we see its bloom?
Or will we not see it at all,
And not notice it's fateful doom.
Can we sniff the scent of the grass
And the wild boars that we trap in fear?
Or are we still blinded by that colorful screen
Which we always hold so dear?
We've chosen to live our life through that box,
When everything heard, seen, and felt is fake.
It has already sucked up your mind and body,
What else can it possibly take?