digital disaster on the horizon.
with a monitor tan he plunges on.
one's and zero's spew pixeled *******
while assembled atoms wait in his bed.
the molecular world violated by binary delight
will forfeit it's reality and go offline.
digital disaster is on the horizon
and a life's work about to be lost.
the virus is spreading.

So calm, so serene, so beautiful;
Like a sleeping angel from paradise.
A slumbering child;
Symbolic of true love, of tranquility, of peace;
Of all good things endangered.
Sweet dreams my child,
Sweet dreams.
For tomorrow you awake.

Time; incremental speeding.
Slow when observed,
fast when ignored..
Ruthless.
Time; A paradox of friend and foe.
A teacher,
a tyrant,
valued.
Time;
spent.

I'm looking down a hallway with way too may doors;
And many lead to heartbreak and despair.
I tread the hallway lightly with it's weak and rotting floors;
The open doors will tell you I've been there.


Sometimes a door will open, sometimes it just wont budge;
Sometimes it's just better we leave it closed.
We can kick it down to enter or give it a forceful nudge;
But find regret is what we chose.


What door is yours?
What door is mine?
Their the same but different.
Lessons along the hallway of life.