The tedium and mediocrity;
insepid, vapid, stale husks of souls
be nary a bit of resistance for
eccentric and eclectic spirits!

Print screen my whole being,
in the cadence of seasons changed.
Generation X's sweet heartbreak.
Strangers share the pain.
We walk the walk online,
nowadays,
in these times that are a changed.
Changing no more - subtly maybe.
The footfall of history stored,
in Google baby,
& terrabytes & ram.
A virus called.
And the rhyming stalled,
until;
Man made museums in nothing, but,
soldiered components,
smaller than the eye can see.
Nano moments,
lost in scrolled screens,
likes and comments,
compassion shared
around,
the world,
until forgotten;
fads
fade
away,
into familiarities.
Then we logged out of life,
and left reality behind smokescreens,
of PCs
HD ready, on blue days -
Blue Rays,
now smaller.
microsized.
Our brain waves microwaved.
Attention spans,
in the palm of our mouse shaped hands.
Say goodbye to the old days,
guilty as charged,
in
the strife of low battery life;
running out of charge.

I'm not writing a poem this time.
It's not lyric. It's not filled with deep thoughts.

I just want to try to send some happiness to you.
There are so many sad poems here, which are showing so many sad feelings.

So I try to share a little bit of my happiness.

This way I want to say, that everything has got also a good side.
Even if you don't see it at the moment.

I know, it's very easy to say, if I don't know your situations, but Keep your head up.

There's always light, even on the darkest day.