When I look on the internet these days
I see the things I’ve never seen before
And time it seems is measured by its sways
Just back and forth as if it were a bore
I cannot see the path we all must take
Until the facts agreed upon aren’t scarce
For news is real no matter if it’s fake
Disaster movies turning into farce
I’d rather read a book or go to bed
Prepare a meal with whom I call my home
Are words enough to say we have been fed
Our friends displaced too scared to be alone
This sonnet does not need a final rhyme
We have not world enough for us just time
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Joshua Keiter 