Facing Facebook

When the screen grows dim

And you lose focus, hooked, faced
With the dizzying news and noise,

General, impersonal, fake,
Vague, unlikely, faceless
Complex, incomplete, remember

That after all is said and done
All you have is a mountain,
A field, and a home.

The ladder you dream of climbing,
The plot in which you chose to plant,
And the one to whom you will return.

You know it's all just One, yet
All you'll truly have is home,
Along with those let in,

And those that out will come.