We are living in the digital world, covered in the autonomous aspects & tracked motions of life. Yet, somehow we are losing some critical elements. Keyboards, touchpads, & speech-to-text are there, but we believe that handwritten words on paper is still meaningful to some poets.
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Inside the fences is where I stay.
The anomalous is feeding my fear;
however, curiosity smiles in a sneer.
I know the hurdles will be vigorous.
Yet I keep going.
Every wound, scratch, and bruise
makes me breathless.
The obstacles dilapidated my ebullient.
Should I continue or surrender?
My mom told me I have a strong heart;
then my pace starts accelerating into a full rush.
We are living in the digital world, covered in the autonomous aspects & tracked motions of life. Yet, somehow we are losing some critical elements. Keyboards, touchpads, & speech-to-text are there, but we believe that handwritten words on paper is still meaningful to some poets.
