Today’s poem is tiled: Where Doesn’t Mater

Where Doesn’t MaterLulu-think-faye

Was on the fast track
To nowhere
But needed to go where
Free from that internet
Shout

In real life
Could be thriving
Drop digital dumpster diving
An unclear path of no
doubt

If a cloud
Hosts the living
Not taking nor giving
Except for the service charge
Moan

Then where
doesn’t mater
Heartbeats may scatter
We’ll all cling together
alone