The Digital Life
It’s a drug... an addictive drug
A digital drug
Once you’re hooked up, you can’t get free
It consumes your time, your energy
You want nothing from the world but to be left alone
You can’t bear to leave the screen
It’s light, its warmth you try to posses
You get up to leave, but only for a second
Once you’re gone from the room you begin to wonder
How can a thing, not alive, inanimate
Have control, have power over you
You, a free-willed, living, breathing, person
But still, in your haste you hurry back
Eager to feel the keys beneath your fingertips
And soon, that thought, that glimmer of free will
Is gone, leaving behind an empty shell
Doomed to forever sit in front of the screen
It’s a drug, an addictive drug
A digital drug
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