How nice it was to be on a table with few
Cup of coffee, snacks, among real life “you”
The days I knew, talk, sing, dance and romance
The globe on the table top, just given a chance
Life has meagerly reduced to likes and dislikes
To add, a few photo features and more strikes
And it goes on and on in time in a cyclic process
Finally I am in a room left with a computer alone
