Digital Dreamer

A glowing gate to distant lands,

With keys beneath my eager hands.

It hums a tune, a gentle sound,

Where thoughts take flight and dreams are found.

It holds my work, my hopes, my play,

A faithful guide by night and day.

Through clicks and taps, my mind takes shape,

Escaping bounds, no need to escape.

Its screen reflects both light and soul,

A quiet partner in my goal.

Though just a frame of metal and glass,

Its magic makes the moments pass.

Oh laptop dear, so sleek and wise,

A world within your small disguise.