Come closer to me, people of my real life

Internet folks, begone with your tales of strife!

Friends, family and neighbors, shopkeeps— people

I had forgotten your faces, I confess from the steeple

I am back, the place where I live and not thrive

Now to live and to thrive, to truly feel alive!

Free of the blue heroine from my veins

Free of digital addiction, digital pains

I venture under the sun and feel its heat

I put my ear to the rail and hear its beat

Real women now tempt me with lust

I have felt fear in a handful of dust;

The rhythm of life away from the madding crowd

They can be bewitched by another, in another shroud

There are other worlds than these and I must go

to places keen of wonder; I await them, lo!

 

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