Materialism

Back in high school, my year twelve english class journeyed on many-a-tangents. My memories dwell not with the curriculum we learnt (because who remembers school work anyway?), but with how we ventured into random topics, even going as far as what it meant to be an emo. I can recall one particular lesson, my English teacher making a very interesting statement about teenagers and mobile phones. That mobiles had become "an extension of the arm." This thought has come back to me every so often, mainly when I'm in the city. 
I feel that there is a new evolution to the human body in recent years. That of the iPod. I am so intrigued by this, that I decided to include it in Seasons. "Their iPod’s were like an abnormal growth out of their ears, permanently attached after many years of the body accepting the symbiotic relationship."
How does such a thing come about? We went from having home phones to "bricks", to your iPhone of today... and then where did the cassette player go? It's people searching for more and more. They wouldn't need to if they had true fulfillment in our God. Only He can fill the hole in our hearts; the hunger, the yearning inside.

Satisfaction

Customer satisfaction is hard to come by,

When consumers raise the bar every time.

Always wanting, expecting more,

And everyone goes home empty inside.

We fool ourselves thinking that this time will be different.

Full of longing, hopes held high.

And still the disappointment rains on our parade,

Washing away our dreams, 

Leaving us with a little hole that nothing seems to fill.

We all know the answer.

We know where to go.

We all know the question to ask,

And who to ask it to.

So tell me, why don't we?