Triggered by your click,

Your presence left lingering,

Passing by follow,

I am triggered to check each click,

I want to know,

If only a little bit,

Thoughts of the mastering that I pursued,

Quantic and costly,

Smart I suppose, yet I only remained timid,

Entitled and rattled,

One day soon there will,

be a garden overflowing,

here to feed my soul.

P.S.

I should write more, I am sure of it. Taking the random cues and just running with them. So here comes poetry dedicated to all the followers, last in first out.