Sitting in the dark.
A screen of white in front.
Scrolling through page by page,
Reading every kind of font.
Eyes bloodshot,
Hunting for what I want.
The information spiderweb,
Has claimed another heart.
Searching for all the knowledge,
That I will ever need.
Read, read, read, the things others have wrote.
Who knows who made it, or who knows the notes.
Rocking back and forward typing all the words,
Barley looking at the screen now,
Just at my keyboard.
The dark hides the keys,
But my fingers know their way.
Playing the keys before me,
Mind spewing out words,
The lettered jacks dance,
Now you all know what I say.