Data TransferI could pretend I know what to write, Passively continue to fight the good fight, When I don’t know where to turn, I’ve given up all that I’ve learned, Yet today I will go back online, A keyboard that will never be mine, To search, discover, express and find, Communicate & observe to pass the time, I’ll withdraw to the world I know, Digitally addictive, a part of the show, Electronic data transfer to her, Again awake, to the now, in a blur, The time is twelve, or 11, or 10? Electron pulses through circuitry to bend. |
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