Computers and phones and sticks and stones, my bones
I resonate very strongly with this line, Marc.
Also, this poem reminds me of a scene in Shadowlands when Jack and his atheist friend are talking. Jack says he'll take anything but the grey in-between days between winter and spring. His atheist friend seems indifferent to the seasons. However, Jack asks him something like, "but, Marcus, don't you feel the waste?"
And his friend soberly acknowledges "of course I do" or something like that.
You’ve got your methods
I’m done with trying to guess all your moves
I’m going where you want me to go
I’ve got nothing left to lose
Now I don’t wanna suffer
But that’s in fact the nature of the beast
If you want to get to higher ground
You got to get there on your knees