... like some ancient mariner...

… like some ancient mariner…

no ship upon a painted ocean…

… but in my tiny office…

walls clad with mementos of a lifetime…

catalogue of memories, lost causes, faded ventures

… hopes, dreams and abandoned ideas

So it's come to what?

… now all I do… working this electronic thing…

… computer it's called…

a mere slave to a machine…

… copying all… my thoughts and memories…

… all now I have to give…

… this electronic albatross of mine…

slim, grey desktop…

… with that stubborn will

... all of its own…

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