I have everything at my fingertips, science, the arts, love, philosophy, opinion, conscience! All a swipe of a card or the click of a button away! I have everything, but something Is horribly wrong, everything is dust,

I ache to be free, yearn for the unreachable, the true human experience, the passion of relations, but it’s all gone, a commodity something to be sold in clean shrink wrapped packages.

We won, Dad. We won. Everything used, everything discarded, everything consumed and time moving through my body and eroding my spirit. We won. And maybe that is why we have lost so much.