Sitting at the dock of the bay…

Bay sunset

Bay sunset

sitting at the dock of the bay
seagulls, a stray passing boat
racing to beat the pending darkness
isn’t that just like life?
for excellence, they set you on a treadmill
cranking out brain waves that resemble
machine code in some abstract world
then you get away, far away from whirling drives
numbers on a page, deadlines, doing more with less
you think back to long gone dreams
when did a basketball become a keyboard?
when did a hit lyric morph into an algorithm?
you wake up one day to an alien world
that your logic makes dance like a marionette
now a hologram always walks with you
we look out into Infinity and nothing else matters…
(Copyright 12-23-16)

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