Exposed Not Naked

I see people’s toes against beaches around the world.

Can tell what they ate for lunch and where.

Know how many kilometres they ran, how many laps they swam

And who they are dating now.

I know when their child has been successfully potty-trained,

scored their first goal or got their first “A”.

I can watch from a distance if your plane has landed

Or if you’re stuck in a small town airport because there’s

a snow blizzard, hurricane, tornado or just because there's some creep on the plane.

We can all watch as someone tries out a new yoga pose

And then manages to stand on their head for the first time

I might be able to tell from the smiley face you’ve used if you are truly happy or only pretending

And sometimes, your twitter followers get more appreciation than your Grandma.

Hashtags can show your disdain, humour or affiliation.

You can tell what I’m reading and where I’m shopping

And when I start my new job.

You can laugh and cry and cast your vote

Each time you logon

You can get so easily distracted, that you wonder if you have ADD

Or some other serious medical issue.

You say something brilliant one day, and think…

Did I read that somewhere on my screen

Or am I really just that damn smart?

And we get confused, because who said what and who told me that anyway?

But we still do it, and we usually love it

Although sometimes we hate it so much

We click “shut down” because our brain is so full

It could explode

Or are we just bored?

No wonder I feel exposed although I’m not naked. (Click to Tweet)