I sit here, in my office
My one place to breathe
Where I can write quietly
My gentle reprieve

Placed my hands on the keyboard
But something felt wrong
The words made no sense
As I typed them along

What could be happening?
Not now, my dearest friend!
My keyboard then answered
“Use paper and pen”

A talking piece of hardware
Where all my thoughts do play
Was telling me to change it up
To try a new display

“Learn to flow more freely
Write your verse, with endless flair
Then sit back and admire
What you’ve done, unaware”

 

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