05.2023

In this realm, I sense I'm half a human soul,
The other half ensnared in data's tight control,
Bound by metrics, symbols, I'm incomplete,
The fragrance of nature, no longer at my seat.

My mother crafted a part of me so pure,
But swift corrosion took the rest, I'm sure,
My fingers lost the art of writing's grace,
My vocal cords now fade, a slower pace.

A fraction of myself, in plastic's grip confined,
Precooked meals, pollution, firewall's mind,
Yet still, I yearn to break these chains in strife,
Reclaim my essence, reconnect with life.