I Have Become An Internet Mind Poem by Shalom Freedman

I grow impatient with myself
I can no longer write long works
I must move and finish fast
So that I can jump to the next thing

I have the mind in my work
Of a person on the Internet
I click from one work to another
I am always searching for something else

I have lost my patience
I have lost my ability to truly sit and work
I have become a creature of my Age

My mind is an endless racing for something else
An eager greedy lustful hurrying to consume or make
The next item

I am reduced to something very small
And soon this little poem too will be gone.