Glass Cage

Little Glass

You can see me
Thought that little screen
Can I reach you
As I smile and preen

Sometimes you can hear me
In those plugs in your ears
I count your approval
But no one hears or cheers

Do you know me
Is there anyone on my side of the glass?
Or do I know you
Is it really just my reflection in the glass?

Am I real enough to be offendable
When you are crude or brash
Are any of us dependable
Will we be there if the networks crash

There is such a closeness
When I can slip you in my pocket
I can carry you all
In that little glass cage

It is better than a lock of hair in a locket
I have you all on that glowing page