
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.
