Humbly accepting the pounding of your keys
Resting discreetly upon this elderly desk
You illuminate the minds of inquiring souls
Seeking erudition through your data
A colony of programs, dwelling on your desktop
In a state of abeyance, eager to be utilized
Giving much yet receiving so little
Subconsciously carrying out programmed commands
Living under dictatorship; powerless and alone
Enslaved to the codes that breathe life into you
Your shell hides the brilliance within
A vast network of veins surging with volts
Your skeleton marked by letters, numbers, and symbols
Independently contributing, dependently operating
Silently concocting a feast of megapixels
Dined on with little acknowledgement; taken for granted
Your screen examines me with an awkward eye
Questioning the objective in my resolute stare
You’re a gateway for my cerebral imaginations
A vehicle for the fuel of my adroitness