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!