Reflections in a Car Windowshield

i see

myself

there

fuzzy picture

like

broken glasses

inquisitive

thoughtful

and

boring.

you've made

me

different

so

changed

from the

me that

was but

isnt

slave to the

people

computer

cyberspace

web of doom

others pull me out

you pull me in

i cant leave

cant sleep

just want to sit

and type

my pitiful

boredom words

no more

books

no more

titles

no more

life

just a

fly

caught in your

web

that you wove

with

kindness

honesty

and

the internet