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.

Published by Daniel Feindt

Daniel Feindt currently lives in Bucks County PA, where he has written many poems and self-published various books... Currently Daniel also enjoys painting artwork with acrylics and works with web-design to share his work online... In 1999, Daniel was diagnosed with a mental illness, which has inspired him to learn how the mind works, as well as what it means to be human in this world... With the range of thoughts and emotions involved, he has aspired to present them in the best way possible for the reader...

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