I’ve tried writing a poem about social life and networks (on the internet and off the internet). I’m not very much pleased with what I have written but here it is:
You want people to know you exist,
Cannot be captured in that mist,
(the mist appeared lovely from far away though)
There is that new place to which we all intend to go.
You spend some time in that new place
Knowing that there is more than one race
declaring your reflections on more than one plate
expecting admiration for your own social state
It is your own social life
cruel like a sharp knife
you have to network and play
with others that are busy to stay
7th April 2013
Great looking blog, phenomenal photos.
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