The cursor is blinking
I gave it purpose and I’m nervous
The scenes don’t feel like playing out the way
I want them to, When I’m inside I want to be
Outside, The cursor is screaming profanities and
Why not? Wouldn’t you? We’ve evolved from cavemen
To squeeze blood from stone, to be old fashioned
But I am the future and want to be now
The cursor is a critic and I am still nervous
With a heart beating, then skipping
When all I want to be is enlightened
In a state of bliss, But for how long?
I gave it purpose, I gave it life
The cursor is mocking me, I’m too old to miss my mother
I’ve never missed my father, I need to remember
To order new ribbon for the typewriter