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| Caught In The Web by � gogsiniwajo Sitting behind this illuminated screen A hoild it has upon me for reasons unexplained Non existant to my world only a few years ago Reaching for so many around the world Its grasp on my life Ever so tight An urgent need to gaze and read Pillows padding my back and behind A drink beside the keys An ashstray full to the brim Moments of life gone with each puff Time defined by a log of ash one of many crumple with a touch A beautiful day arises warm greetings of sunshine admired with no more that that of a picture hanging on the wall Sucked into a life drawn to the net a web holding ones life streets and avenues traveled distant countries visited Choice of action to sit before the screen in a padded chair listless of where or when only to surf nto a sandy beach but a place of electric waves Caught in the web |
