Tech Tock

Tech Tock





Tech Tock, Tech Tock,

Let the world see how I spend my clock.

The restless QWERTY board rattles the most.

A stage is set, Internet, the host.




Follower quotients are all the rage.

Let the world see how I gild my cyber cage.

Proclamations, validation, ego manifest.

Engulfed with pride: showing only my best.




Too many friends. Too little time.

Endless pursuance of the sublime.

The negative, I eschew.

The positive, I pursue.




What is this delusion?

My guilty pleasure of cyber seclusion.

Celebrating, judging, reassuring, envying.

In my quiet corner, my soul will not sing.




The global web-based opera.

Constricting, dilating my viscera.

Self-doubt propagating.

Nature surrounds me; living is waiting




I choose to observe. I don’t always have the nerve

To partake? Am too much of a flake.

Friends live abroad, family too.

I relish their updates and my regular review.




It has become too surreal.

Too much info, what to feel?

Sucked into the vortex.

More time gone, and I am vexed.





Is the Alchemy of friendship buried in a chip?

Is my endless quest for approval sequestered in being hip?


Is this my truest life?

I ask does it bring more joy than strife?




I continue to seek the balance.

And ask how does it enhance.


I choose to not allow it to lead me astray.

Not burgle my time, nor dominate my play


Tech Tock, Tech Tock.

I control my clock.