There’s no ESC,
he’s lost CTRL,
he needs to Shift
gears and consider Alt
resolutions. All his dreams have been Del
and he can’t get back to Home—
the gate is open but he cannot Enter.
No matter how much he tries to Pause/Break
the cycle the Scroll
of life is in Lock
status. He can no longer keep Tab
on his emotions and worries it’s the End
and that he will no longer be able to Function
in the key of daily living.
He wonders if his being has descended to 0
or to a more rounded O.
All he can do is take a backspace
and attempt once again
the solution to everything under the sun:
Reboot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very clever, enjoyed the read smiffy