::: My Little Box :::

Traveling home as shadows grow
For dark arrives, Sun is low
In horizons wake, sets and falls
Night is here, traffic crawls
Bunker down, gridlock...alas
Hours pass, home at last
Proceed down stairs into my room
With curtains drawn, all is gloom
With arm drawn, blind dark tar
Gone, as I tap space bar
Monitor, oh soothing light
Then cyberspace for the night
I'm in my world, so infinite
Go anywhere with just a touch
There I am, I'm going Dutch
See the world in just my socks
All while in my little box

Written by: ~ Anthony Terlicker

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