Then what
Of beautiful technology
And isn't that how it always goes
That something is "fad"-ified
Constantly and dies electronic death
As a burst
Numbers all over

Even me
And the popularity of my words
Short lived
Typical
And why
Why should I go somewhere else?

Like a slipping moment into eternal obscurity and forgotten
Like a Myspace account never to be revisited
Like all of those accounts I've made

How many more of them I wonder, things lost to to inevitability and eventually all
Why must I be lost to a page of history that'll never exist
This is why I question my existence, this is why I see myself how I do
This is why I write so hard
This is why I continue to fight a fight that's not there

I will be remembered
Then forgotten
Forever