I feel I'm being taken over
Possessed yes some might say,
By the electronic world that lingers
And is slowly finding its way.
Slipping into the real world
Like the matrix with its Neo,
As virtual worlds are muscling in
The real worlds throne they throw.
I have come accustomed
To the attention seeking mode,
And find myself compelled to tweet
And go down the facebook road.
My blackberry once a blessing
To keep my life on track,
But now I think I'd be better off
If I were addicted to smoking crack.
My hands they are a twitching
And reaching for my phone,
In the hope that I might welcome
Any attention from my virtual home.
When I see no flashing red light
Winking at me there,
I feel a sense of "no one loves me"
And I slip into despair.
I have to brake my habit
Its come too much to take,
I have to take a phone holiday
To give myself a brake.
It surely isn't healthy
I know that much is true,
That I've attached emotion
To a world that is virtual.
As I step into the real world
And see blessings galore,
I recognise I've been nothing more
Than an attention seeking whore.
Until I have controlled it
And got my shit 2gether,
The strings that hold me there
I've found the strength to sever.
I'm sure I'll have my re-bounds
And pop in from time to time,
But every faith of breaking free
Keep my high spirits fine.
So farewell to the fakeness
Goodbye tweeps & pokes,
What a ride its been for sure
But for now
"That's all folks".
Toodaloo....
Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device
