Unplugged

The wired and wound-up types today
Get quite the buzz and boost
From rude computer games they play,
And they get jacked and juiced
When plugged into PlayStation ports
That jolt them with a jump,
Like patients hooked to life supports
That help their hearts to pump.

For they recharge their batteries,
This electronic sect,
When they are linked with LCD’s,
And when they re-connect
Their cable and their internet,
And get turned on from noise
That crackles from their T.V. set
And their robotic toys.

But when I’m really dragged and tired
And feeling like I’m drugged,
I’m energized not when I’m wired,
But when I am unplugged,
And I stroll down by rushing streams
That moonlight has bejeweled,
That’s when my face grows flush it seems
And when I am refueled.

And when I’m uninspired and bored,
My mind is energized,
My weary spirit is restored
And I’m revitalized,
When I walk with my darling wife
In some far peaceful place,
Where we are both brought back to life
Within that silent space.

For when we’re strolling all alone
Someplace where it’s serene,
Where there’s no pagers and cell-phone,
Nor answering machine,
When both our hearts and minds have meshed
And rude rings don’t intrude,
That’s when we feel the most refreshed,
And when we are renewed.

For far from where the garish flash
From tubes that interfere,
And trifling loud computer trash
Clouds up what once was clear,
Is where we feel life’s flowing force
Pour through our deepest parts,
And surging currents from the source
Course through our unplugged hearts.