Wordmark

To find the perfect word,
For what you want to do,
That elicits the same from other folk,
Feelings it does for you,

It is not so much the definition,
As the way that it feels,
Nestled inside your brain without thinking,
While maintaining a comforting appeal,

Taking on an existence of its own,
Oh where art thou, my sense?!
A thought for now until forever more,
To get you off that fence,

Onto my side,
Just for the sounds of it,
Unless it just never unveils itself,
The perfect size, and yet it never fits.

Immersion

The tapping of fingers,
Before tapping the keys,
Sounds, once foreign to all of humankind,
Now a ubiquity,

Screens upon screens, periphery and front,
Neck pains and joint damage,
Connections with people like ne'er before,
Demonstrated by attaining a badge,

No longer can one feign being away,
Everyone's always home,
Bricks and mortar are hardly considered,
When staring at one's phone.

Where we've arrived,
Cannot be understood,
Until we can look back decades from now,
For now we'd not lift our eyes if we could.

Happy New Decade!

You've had this thought before,
As if you're someone new,
Is there limit to reinvention,
That don't allow you to?

As if you will always be who you are,
No matter age or state,
There is not one person in history,
Whose life's actions this could repudiate,

But as David Hume has reminded us,
God, Dave, it's been so long,
Just 'cause the sun's risen since you were born,
It not rising's not wrong,

It's what it is,
So go and prove them wrong,
Be everything you've ever wanted to,
Carrying any naysayers along.