Quothe the Inkling,

I spied at quotes upon the screen,

Some that got me fathoming,

Many awake and pondering,

But I had to say good-bye...

No wonder no love makes it past the grave,

Since there is little left to save,

For all those who forgot to be brave,

Which set my eyes to cry...

By morning light, I lived through the fright,

Of another shadeless screen bright night,

Falling deeper into the white,

To leave the sleepless world behind...

Alone in my pajamas see,

Sipping silently peppermint tea,

While the Inkling of thinking took me,

To marvelous abandon by...

I wait for you, There is no time,

Illusion of space, distance sublime,

Surreal the wasted memes of mine,

While I wait for you tonight...

I spy on those whose pictures lie,

Posts that reveal far too much. Sigh,

Statuses I scroll on by,

That brings you never closer to me, oh my....

While my brain goes on a thinking,

I was far too busy tinkering,

In a faraway land snickering,

At all I left behind...

Goodbye to that which leaves me pondering,

Sleepless and awake a wandering,

Alone in my abandon cling,

To all I left behind...