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Autonomous

I am buried beneath technology

where a lighted screen is telling me

how to dream and who to be.

It's severing my heartstrings

and numbing my daydreams

the type of connection

and affection

I never knew I needed.

Would not be without

could not live without

The relationship no one warned me about.

And now, here I sit, idle and alone

surround by friends I've never met

or hardly know

I read of tragedies that don't affect me

they are overseas

and out of reach.

Bradbury was right

oh, how these parlors delight

When did we all lose sight?

That those are our dreams to dream

unseen

by these lighted screens.

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Written by
InnumerableStardust
American
Published
Jan 9, 2014
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