As I walk alone through the internet I notice how it has shaped me,
The need to fulfill basic needs as silly as a status update,
The urge to search for something that I forget about it before I get to Google,
The worse I feel the more time goes by that no one comments,
The paranoia that grows the more I am left alone,
The crazier I become with the more i see that is out of reach,
The inability to speak my mind to people I know personally or those I once loved,
The insatiable conclusion to my conflicts,
The pig I am,
The gentleman I am,
The poet I am,
The man I am,
But I keep walking looking, waiting, watching, all that is and ever will be,
I was shaped into something strange.
