I like to chase the words across the screen,
Charging forth and three steps back,
Blink the cursor's slim thin line when seen...
Remove, replace my thoughts in black.

A pen in hand was all I had, and everything
I'd ever need to pen my thoughts --
But keyboards hooked themselves to screens
And all my scribbling was for naught.

So now I stare into a dim lit world and write.
My poesy sparks ecstatic to see electrons play,
Dancing through my fingers' speed, illuminating light;
As long as I have power, I've plenty more to say.