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I left my phone at the hotel.
Everyone else had theirs.
It’s quite a story to tell —
I am the only one who cares.

Everyone was taking photos
To post on Instagram.
No one looked at the shows,
No one gave a ****.

About the songs,
The lyrics, the words.
Everybody longs
To be free, like birds.

But they all just look at their screens
Instead of seeing, feeling this.
I don’t know what that means —
I try to feel bliss.

It kind of works.
I love the music, the lights.
The people on phones are jerks.
Happiness isn’t one of our rights —

It’s a choice.
Okay so I was at lollapalooza Paris on Friday and everyone was filming, which was kind of distracting, but the concerts were great and honestly it was the best experience <333
Paul Butters Jan 2015
Film and television cameras:
Roving eyes for many of us.
But are We the cameras on the world
For an audience somewhere out there
Beyond the stars?

Our world: a studio for countless films.
The animal race a production crew
For programmes watched by spirit beings.

And who collects these reels of Life?
Where is The Director?
What Company employs us all?

Those with feelings of Déjà vu do ask:
Which Take are we doing now?
And Minds of Science claim
We can Forward Fast or Rewind.

It’s one great mystery of course:
The longest journey of them all.
A soap opera to beat all others:
This film called “Life”.

Paul Butters
Keep thinking this eye camera thing.......

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