Escape of another kind

I resist, looking into
         the penetrating eyes of mobile,
I escape,
         it's alluring ways of making me familiar with those who too escape.

    I resist, using mobile,
to watch
        the paint blue sky devouring
        all other pretty bright colors on the horizon.

The blue eats up all,
(a bad masculine habit)

I paint those cheerful colors ;
           Yellow, Orange, Pink,
back into my mobile.

Escape of another kind.