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25 March 2008 @ 07:26 pm
2:15 am  
Cleaning up my harddrive, I found this poem that I wrote 4 days short of a year ago... I don't think I ever posted it here. To those who do not know, Zaya is my old laptop. :)

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2:15 am

How many times, although half-blind,
I get up, wander out to sit,
With nothing really on my mind,
In front of Zaya for a bit.

I watch the pages scrolling by,
In stupor I no longer care,
That minutes, hours pass and fly,
I wait for something, wait and stare.

My eyes they look, but do not see,
Now 2 am, now 3, now 4.
I lose myself, I am not free,
I am a slave to web once more.

The quiet night -- it's dark and still.
The cat -- she snores in tiny wheezes.
I'm not awake, I have no will,
I waste my time. The net -- it teases.

It teases me to check again,
These sites I know by heart already,
Where nothing changes. No one, then,
Has paid a visit to this lady.

Statistics freeze; time does not move;
The bars don't change, nor do the pies.
I fall into a silent groove;
Mouse clicks sing aimless lullabies.

I cycle through them once, ten times,
The pages sleep, just as before.
And I type out all these lines,
In hopes to pass the time some more.

~~~

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Adrianalittle_teacup on March 26th, 2008 12:45 am (UTC)
Heh, I was *just* thinking about that myself, in regards of how much time I spend on the 'net too...interesting that the first thing I come across is this poem!
Maria Korchaginyllafairy on March 26th, 2008 01:18 am (UTC)
lol, and it's a year since i've written that, and although there's no Zaya or cat now, it's all STILL true. gah. ;)
yuppiesftwyuppiesftw on March 26th, 2008 01:08 pm (UTC)
And here we are checking our internets now! :)
Whimsical--but so bone-chillingly true...
A strange thing to be addicted to
Dawn Obrechtjenelycam on March 26th, 2008 07:43 pm (UTC)
OMG, I'm so there. :P

But it's beautifully written too!! *HUGS*
Maria Korchaginyllafairy on March 26th, 2008 07:46 pm (UTC)
thank you :)