With the flick of the power-on button,
boot up the computer, click the browser.
Log in with your personal credentials,
then prepare transport to your inquiry.
Get all your information together,
come up with a handle or a new name.
Or perhaps use yours, if you are okay,
with others knowing your identity.
Then come up with a password to match you,
against the handle and name, you just chose.
This will protect your information from,
prying eyes and those wanting to be you.
The password must be a keyboard mix of
letters, numbers and characters scrambled.
For your own eyes and mind to remember,
you’re all set with your login credentials.
Within seconds of the click of the box,
a new page pops up of various hits.
All related items you just searched for
ranked in order from the most relevant.
From watching a how-to-do videos,
to a biography on Fred Rogers.
Wherever your mind meanders to search,
hundreds of hits yield your unique request.
The mindless minutes online turn on you,
becoming wasted hours of lost time.
Searching endlessly even the mundane,
anything and everything on your mind.
Your eyes remain fixated to the screen,
flipping pages of related content.
Until you take up a new Yahoo search,
finding something else you want to fancy.
You took a chance, exploring the chat rooms,
seeing what all the hype is all about.
An infinite number of topic lists,
each begging for endless conversations.
You look around, find one to your liking,
cautiously you enter, then look around.
Conversations awaken your senses,
with many voices, none feel your liking.
Though many of them claim they long to meet,
most vanish behind screens, remaining discreet.
Hiding truths, they fear to show openly,
in silence, their insecurities grow.
Quietly, you leave and close the chat room,
knowing the time to face reality nears.
As you’re about to log off and exit,
you glance at the clock, taking note of the time.
Wondering where the day disappeared to.
into thin air with the blink of an eye.
Leaving you wondering where the time went,
thinking you only spent minutes online.
Once you log off your username and shut down,
with the flick of the power-off button,
Your thoughts drown, replaying all that you saw,
even when the screen finally went dark.
boot up the computer, click the browser.
Log in with your personal credentials,
then prepare transport to your inquiry.
Get all your information together,
come up with a handle or a new name.
Or perhaps use yours, if you are okay,
with others knowing your identity.
Then come up with a password to match you,
against the handle and name, you just chose.
This will protect your information from,
prying eyes and those wanting to be you.
The password must be a keyboard mix of
letters, numbers and characters scrambled.
For your own eyes and mind to remember,
you’re all set with your login credentials.
Within seconds of the click of the box,
a new page pops up of various hits.
All related items you just searched for
ranked in order from the most relevant.
From watching a how-to-do videos,
to a biography on Fred Rogers.
Wherever your mind meanders to search,
hundreds of hits yield your unique request.
The mindless minutes online turn on you,
becoming wasted hours of lost time.
Searching endlessly even the mundane,
anything and everything on your mind.
Your eyes remain fixated to the screen,
flipping pages of related content.
Until you take up a new Yahoo search,
finding something else you want to fancy.
You took a chance, exploring the chat rooms,
seeing what all the hype is all about.
An infinite number of topic lists,
each begging for endless conversations.
You look around, find one to your liking,
cautiously you enter, then look around.
Conversations awaken your senses,
with many voices, none feel your liking.
Though many of them claim they long to meet,
most vanish behind screens, remaining discreet.
Hiding truths, they fear to show openly,
in silence, their insecurities grow.
Quietly, you leave and close the chat room,
knowing the time to face reality nears.
As you’re about to log off and exit,
you glance at the clock, taking note of the time.
Wondering where the day disappeared to.
into thin air with the blink of an eye.
Leaving you wondering where the time went,
thinking you only spent minutes online.
Once you log off your username and shut down,
with the flick of the power-off button,
Your thoughts drown, replaying all that you saw,
even when the screen finally went dark.
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