Ironic information age

This a world of
being alone
and yet being surrounded

A ding, a ping, a ring
our attention is ubscounded

our gateways to the world
end up shutting us away
Ironic that because of instant
information
we've forgotten  how to think

It's chaos
our every thought
we think profound

lost in a whir of clinging
pinging sound

I'm not saying
that technology
is wrong

but with this overwhelming
influx of knowledge
it's no wonder that we're dumb