Hum of Wonders

The hum of wonder thins

Against the heavy drone

Of life on the grid.

Plugged-in, uploaded, and worldwide

Words flow like electricity,

But meaning fades into static noise.

When I was child

Dreaming in Technicolor,

Stars hung within my reach and

Even small moments were profound.

Now I see nothing,

Just stolen dreams on a screen,

Born from ones and zeros,

These pilfered wonders.

They awe me with their razzle-dazzle,

Replaying my morphine fantasies,

But leaving me creatively empty.

Exhausted by stress

I function through daily inductions;

Caffeine, taurine, benzodiazepine.

In those late dawning hours,

I exist in a half-waking world.

No more to give,

No more to take.

So blitzed and vacant,

I continually fail to see

My knowledge flowing

Steadily away from me.