The keys underneath my fingertips,
Letters dancing, creating a jumbled mix.
And I looking at them, with my eyes fix!
Repetitive strokes on my touch screen,
A cacophony of words, it may seem.
"Stop doing it," a voice cries out,
A plea for silence, with a shout.
"Have some shame!" (a reminder)
"It doesn't matter," we say with ease, while wishing our worries will cease.
The letters swirl, a wild array,
A puzzle that's hard to decode,
And yet we say, “it's alright!”
As we navigate through this digital trial.
And though the words may seem obscure,
They still meaning something, for sure.
This is how we find our way,
To express ourselves, day by day.
by Samia Adnan
