Eight crates of crap and a car: all I own
Wait! Forgot my computer and smart phone
A closet full of boots and clothes, also
Seems ok for when I’m ready to go
Own no furniture or even books now
Amazon keeps them on a cloud somehow
Music is stored on a flash drive player
Like me, the rock stars became much grayer
Friends and family are virtual too
Clacking our keyboards is what we all do
When you think of me, please try to be kind
If you search your heart, you’ll see you don’t mind…
I kinda like portability, see?
Helps me when moving, just gotta be me
Move down, clean cups, shouts out the Mad Hatter
Begin again, nothing much will matter
New World coming but are we really brave?
Pixels won’t soothe us when it’s touch we crave
I cram this stuff in my car and then leave
Driving who knows where, but I will not grieve
There’s the horizon line beckoning me
Drive faster, don’t care who knows where I’ll be
When you think of me, please try to be kind
If you search your heart, you’ll see you don’t mind…
© 2015 ViataMaja, Poezija
