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Race with technology

Try and keep up,

Firing up distractions

You can’t get enough,

And while the world goes speeding by

You won’t know what you’ve missed,

And by the time you’ve worked it out

It will be too late to reverse it,

And all the opportunities you bypassed

Will never come again,

And the world of non-reality

Will soon cease to then exist,

And in the darkness of your room

The pain will hurt as long as you persist.