Saturday, February 6, 2016

Analog and digital

The sweeping hands of time, wipe away the freshness

Of the young, slow and relentless, like an analog counter

Thinning the body, of collagen and hair, but it cannot reach

The mind, forever bound, in the dichotomy of likes and dislikes

Like the ones and zeros of the digital world, memories are arranged

As if through a binary algorithm, refreshed each time hands reach in

Every image gets either a thumbs up or thumbs down, the mind

Is a like a digital world, turning it back to its infancy, devoid of thought

Should be simple keystroke, for those who’ve mastered

It’s programming may be wiped away, having been in the game this long

Fingers freeze at the button, the mind may afraid of the day after, and content

To let time tick, forgetting the instant reset that is destined to come