The Age of Information

mystery,

where has it gone

in this age of miscommunication

and misinformation;

spies,

cold and slick,

lie waiting

in every nook and cranny,

like snakes in the grass,

slithering towards their prey

with no thoughts

of brighter days ahead;

grey skies,

bring memories

of winter days gone past,

when time stood still,

as if tomorrow would never be,

while we danced

with all our hearts joy,

as the sound

echoed in our souls.

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