Controlled by something that we hated,
Controlled by how people rate it.
Our destiny, it is Fated
To be controlled by a world that is pixelated.
Screens glare with gentle glow,
Everywhere, people know
The fact our destiny is now Fated
To be controlled by a world that is pixelated.
Facebook, Twitter, Instagram;
Kik, Myspace, Instacam;
Yes, our destiny is Fated
To be controlled by a world that is pixelated.
Blurry eyes look on determined;
Sleepy: coffee will refurbish,
There’s no doubt our destiny is Fated
To be controlled by a world that is pixelated.
YOU ARE READING
Parts of Me
PoetryWhenever you read one of my poems You hold a part of me, And it hides in my brain or beating heart Now I give it to thee. You may hold this precious Part For a while, at least. So treat it well, respect my thoughts, And there shall be a peace. For i...
