Reality?, by Lovesick and Sick of It Subscribe to rss feed for Lovesick and Sick of It

A mind lacking inspiration
A dull grey mass
Without luster
Full of fact
Emptied of vision

By the world
This era of iPods and cell phones
No longer is art valued
Unless it's made of pixels

And here I am, typing this poem on a laptop

The artists remain
Their art forms, unvalued
In a world of high-speed and high-tech
All that is real is lost
Posted: 2006-07-29 16:43:18 UTC

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2006-09-05 00:44:50sharonrenee
I love the irony of the laptop part. I love it.