Have we not got dreams?
Have we lost hope for Good?
Have we reduced life to narrow parameters?
Is there life beyond the text and PM?

Once, not long ago,
I yearned for the pen and page,
now, I find myself mulling
and withering in front of the screen.

Can it be helped?
Can it be fought?
Can it be resolved?
That this is not my limits!

There is more than,
'Nathan has sent you a message'
which flicks on and off my internet tab,
There is more than that.

There is more than this vacuum lets on,
a master behind it,
who sits before it,
lost without, but found without it.