It's all the small things, kid (poetry)

Busier than a bee, 

Head filled with anonymity, 

Don't know where he's going, 

But I know where I'm headed. 

All I need right now,

is a cup of Joe,

a vid on Atrioc's feed,

and a good read,

one based off of Digital Thrift,

one for the stars,

another to inspire me.

Someday I'll be on the road,

hand and hand with someone I love.

Superficial to rely on my physical reality,

but even if I'm intellectually blessed,

I still long for the anchor. 

The technology of the mid naughties,

was my anchor through childhood.

Before the brain rot,

and after the tragedy of a nation's identity crisis. 

Stuck at home now,

I discern my options. 

The world may not hear me now,

but I feel heard.

Like they checked me in at the doctor's office. 

I wait.

'til they call me in. 

Honey and youngin' of the next morn'.

Hear me now.

I won't be able to help you. 

But morally I am your center. 

YOU need to walk. 

YOU need to run.

YOU need to stand for yourself.

Without self agency,

you won't be able to appreciate fun when it's small. 

and believe me. 

It's all the small things, kid.