MP3 guaranteed
I tore a hole into the darkness,
Found the presents, gonna regret this.
No surprises, faking selfies,
Happy families, searching memories.
Painting photo’s in the cosmos,
Letting go of red balloons.
Coming soon to your television room,
3D TV, dumb-watches, MP3 and digital zoom.
Whatever you tweet is not my concern.
Forward in time, mobile internet burns.
One last threshold ready to cross,
Sign your name on the dot, dot, dot.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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