Along this journey of love and life,
Seems like a battle against loneliness and strife.

Photographs keep me company,
But the HDDs fill up abundantly.

Thing about hard drives is they're prone to crash,
The technology is not ready but they all wanna flash.

Blessed are those that stay in their limits,
Legends are those that cross and ignite spirits.

To harvest a good crop a farmer does pray,
But only after hard labour day after day.

So become a slave for the technology I must,
So unnatural it feels. My lungs, they just might bust.