Over the phone,

That’s how it always goes, my call to him or his to me

Monotone, flat and soul-less,

As if speaking to a statue,

A dead body, a dead soul,

Maybe because of the distance

Maybe I am distanced

Or Maybe he is

That’s how it goes,

Two strangers, asking out of duty, not concern, talking

Hi, how are you? What’s up? How was your day?

Hi, I am fine, What about you? Nothing special, as usual

Then the awkward silence speaks,

A mantra keeps turning on and on in my mind,

Loin des yeux, loin du Cœur

Loin des yeux, loin du cœur

That’s how it goes,

Since best wishes are done through the phone,

Sympathy is shared through the phone,

Visits are cut short, paid through the phone,

Socializing fucked up cuz” of the phone,

How pathetic!!

I guess, that’s how love too is mono’tunned over the phone

Everything starting to be of 2.0

Feelings, morals, values, l bac, religion, even faith

Love is just one clue

I remember grandpa saying long time ago

Blessed he is, since he and his generation knew no phone

Hhhhhh, I laughed my ass off

Saying that’s only old age speaking o kaykhref

But now, I got it the hard way round

Now that I am to be an 2.0 generation

Of wireless, texting, smart phones and God knows what’s to come along

That’s how it goes

Anyway, Goodnight, I’ll call ya back soon.