Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Stupid computer
I said copy not delete
I held onto it for a reason
Now my mind winds back.

Lost in the oblivion of digital world
Now the heart and mind compete
I fight to remember
But alas no such luck.

I hope it comes back to me
A prize to win it all
The hope that it might make them see
A hope that would be my becoming.

Stupid computer
I sometimes hate you
Why couldn't you just leave it alone
The prize of prizes that would have made them see.

it's the time of year when spirits are on the move - they can go digital too

the snafus of cyber "intelligence"....accidents ?........I don't know....sooner or later something disappears

Freaking sucks because it was a awesome poem

Lost in the oblivion of digital world
Now the heart and mind compete
I fight to remember
But alas no such luck.