The wavy grid With colors On my monitor. I will browse the internet, And find new destinations.
Many choices are presented, So difficult to choose.

I've seen worlds and sceneries, unlimited possibilities exist on the other side of those blinkers. They make everything so murky I want to scream. And yet, I keep turning back towards this world that is constantly starting over again due to its blinding lights and deafening noises; as if it’s really existing in a dreamland of its own making.