(20 minute poetry)

It is in the exposure to external stimuli
that makes
the information explosion
make me
this kind of guy.

I thirst for and get more at the touch of a key,
but
I rely heavily on this and 'this' does not rely on me.

It's a trade off of sorts,
It gives
I take
It
and I
make what we can of the billions of entries,
I see for the limit that time has imposed,
the information explodes with more frequency in sync with me, more stimulating,
riveting,
It snacks on my panic attacks and smacks me awake.
That
is the give and the take.

I tend to make
my own mind up
about things.