Post by Lunar Knite on Nov 29, 2009 17:28:26 GMT -5
Lost am I in this jungle of numbers and letters,
Blindly finding my way through with a rodent.
But as I resist, I become more enraptured,
The images and words a potion so potent.
And yet, despite all the resources at my disposal,
I have not found a way out of this binding of wires.
Some friendships have been made and kept up,
Others chopped like wood and fed to the fires.
This heat astounds me, the flames abound.
No closer am I to escape while all around me burns.
This web shackles me with false truths and true lies,
A prisoner with his ankles clasped by irons.
So long have I traversed this god-forsaken place
That I have begun to lose who I really am.
Unaware, or maybe unable, to differentiate
Between a mail from an old friend and just a scam.
Although the broadband has not constricted me
And I have yet to heal from Terra's byte,
I come to realize things go back to zero,
As I sit here freely at this computer and write.
Blindly finding my way through with a rodent.
But as I resist, I become more enraptured,
The images and words a potion so potent.
And yet, despite all the resources at my disposal,
I have not found a way out of this binding of wires.
Some friendships have been made and kept up,
Others chopped like wood and fed to the fires.
This heat astounds me, the flames abound.
No closer am I to escape while all around me burns.
This web shackles me with false truths and true lies,
A prisoner with his ankles clasped by irons.
So long have I traversed this god-forsaken place
That I have begun to lose who I really am.
Unaware, or maybe unable, to differentiate
Between a mail from an old friend and just a scam.
Although the broadband has not constricted me
And I have yet to heal from Terra's byte,
I come to realize things go back to zero,
As I sit here freely at this computer and write.
