If only I could find my way  Unaccustomed to a long commute  I journey on without a suit  The threshold warns of the old rules  If only they would apply in schools  I hear voices, unburdened from wearing a mask  I try to focus on my task  Meeting someone new without any strife  Better than HD in real life  The simple act of sharing a meal  Telling some secrets is part of the deal  Traveling home doesn’t seem so extended  The dread of being alone will soon be suspended  The sun slips behind the horizon  Bursting sky colors are rising …

The constant change is all aroundExcept the snow that’s on the groundEach day the same inside my homeAll I want to do is roam More people sick than I can countThe numbers always seem to mountAnd so I hide behind my wallsNo one to see, no one to call I build a world inside a gameVirtual love and loss and fameI read a book for all the same reasonsWill this last another season? Yet soon I’ll make a daring moveTo brave the storm with something to proveA land of old friends and old family to seeWhat will they think of…

Hazel eyes stare into a virtual worldSocial guidelines restrict movementWeather brings darkness, even at middayThis is not a temporary fantasyNo willpower can resolveHope for a certain future waversDeeper still into the depthsMental acuity replaced with foggy uncertaintyThe pounding rain intensifiesMatching the turmoilModern conveniences offer no respiteHuman contact awaits

Nocturnal by natureCreated for comfortMy master controls me An array of colorsOnly the bestNothing like my boring cousins Awake or asleepThey have no in-betweenFollowing the old ways I am the futureEvolved from demandUseful Working together as oneA simpler world is bornNo rest for the weary

The storm arrivesWalls shakingBlinding lightningThunder overpowers Connections brokenMachines lifelessPouring rain and increasing darknessChildhood memories abound I duck down on the largest crashForgetting the roof still standsMy system still in shockStumbling towards the lanterns All the cords and all the cablesYet, not the one I needThe radio dies of old ageCut off from the world All at once my brain ignites with thoughtNeeded wires close at handHidden in my vehicleQuietly waiting to be used Unlock the door and lift with all your strengthUse your legs, your back, and handsIs this worth a torn muscle?Perhaps Success!The tiny computer will be revivedSilence joins…