<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365358" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hilltop Laptop</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this world of mobile head f*cks, <br>Of midnight satellite beaming, <br>What space is left for dreaming? <br>Myspace? Yourspace? <br>Any time, any place.<br>Where is my face? <br>Who are these ghosts smiling at me through a portal lens? <br>Are they my friends? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am left to wondering, left to kiss the invisible.<br>My fingers no longer dancing, trapped in a web of deviations.<br>Electric snake, electronic deceptions<br>Surfing isolation accompanied by a gesture remote.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I feel disconnected, more so with every tower erected in line of communication.<br>Always in hope I hold the world in my fingertips; I know not what to do with it.<br>More so and worse I am bored, bored with all dimensions.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Allow me my time within the screen<br>There I shall find the space to dream<br>There I shall be alone – Remote- In control.<br>There I shall be at home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So leave me to my plastic throne here on hilltop high.<br>Leave me to my troubles, leave me to the sky.<br>And I ask only one thing of you, don’t try to ask me why, <br>Just leave me here to die, beneath silent satellite sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Copyright 2009 David Lacey</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lacey">David Lacey</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365358" data-title="Hilltop Laptop de David Lacey" data-description="In this world of mobile head f*cks, Of midnight satellite beaming, What space is left for dreaming? Myspace? Yourspace? Any time, any place. Where is my face? Who are these ghosts smiling at me through a portal lens? Are they my friends? I..."></div> </div> </div>

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