Can’t go beyond a status.
Bound by 140 character spaces.
Bound by 140 character spaces.
Can’t find it offline.
The world’s crossed the line.
The world’s crossed the line.
Can’t feel the tips of fingers
coz they’re forever glued to a qwerty.
coz they’re forever glued to a qwerty.
Can’t see the clouds
coz I’m always hooked to one.
coz I’m always hooked to one.
Space. Bar.
Mouse. Track. Pad.
Loading. Offloading. Buffering.
Everything has changed its meaning.
Mouse. Track. Pad.
Loading. Offloading. Buffering.
Everything has changed its meaning.
For the better or worse.
It’s a boon or a curse.
It’s a boon or a curse.
Forgot my cursive.
Left behind peripheral vision.
Learned to clean…my cache.
Left behind peripheral vision.
Learned to clean…my cache.
But all hopes not lost.
I got close to that cuzin I almost never see.
I see my nieces’ faces and they kinda recognize me.
People say hi. People reconnect. People disconnect.
I see my nieces’ faces and they kinda recognize me.
People say hi. People reconnect. People disconnect.
Guess nothing has really changed.
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