Digital terror, a virus, zeroes and one’s, a humanity error.
A bad connection, lost online,
chasing arithmetical design, but in real life your absence will shine.
No compass and no map, its time to shut down and take a nap.
Empathy distraction, your mind have become a megabit fraction.
Always connected in a world so real, does anyone care what you really feel?
Creating a world where all is wireless,
Clear thoughts of mind we all digress, a piece of consciousness for us to suppress.
Disconnected from you and from me, disconnected in the end we all shall be,
in a world where we all connect and think we are free.
© Joakim Andersson 2014