Where's The Remote Poem by Kewayne Wadley

The night slowly escapes us,
What's left of the cracker jacks, echo against the box, nothing else but space, and the thick foil of this delectable treat,
I should be taking a shower,
Perhaps re-watching an old movie,
Instead,
I'm sitting here, rattling crumbs in this lousy box,
Time transcends, becoming more than what it is,
How fortunate the pleasure,
As The thought of you comes as it pleases,
I laugh at that,
The envelope of your thought,
the tv turns,
A simple click of the remote, five shades of the same color flash across the screen,
Quick dashes of color, all fluent in motion,
All from the push of a button,
If things were that simple,
Revert back, At The push of a button,
Is that your voice,
Or am I half sleep again,