you found me here clicking, clicking
under the glow of the screen
in sync we lay down ticking, ticking
i wonder what it could mean
i am making pictures, cutting, pasting
you've left the door ajar
to stay connected to my linking, wasting
i'm dreaming of things afar
drowning in the blue of background
we've lost our voices
swimming the tides of background
i've made my choices
see me blurred and fading
losing connection
tired from the wading
shutting down
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