A thousand lines
Race through my mind
Lost ideas crowded by worry
Life’s comical moments
Often
Not funny
Cynicism deep in my veins
The lighter side
Needs to remain
A thousand concepts in cyberspace
Social networks
Set the pace
Life’s serious moments in terra bytes framed
Often
The medium the master
Cynicism more and more pained
The serious side
Somehow trivialised
A thousand voices multiplied a million fold
Newer technology
Always have a firmer hold
Traces of history misplaced in the cold
Often
Ideas shrouded in mirrors and smoke
Cynicism forces the bubble to burst
Only to say
“I was the first”
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-03-11.
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