Data Transfer

I 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.