It’s just a rectangle
such a pretty rectangle
The vast array of colorful lights
arranged into images,
of the real thing.
A portal into a separate, secret, little world.
I can do anything here
in my pocket dimension.
A vast library of human knowledge.
The engine driving it forward,
the gutter of civilization.
I can, in the span of an afternoon,
see more beautiful, naked, women
than any man before me in history would have
in a lifetime.
And still accomplish nothing.
My life wasted,
spent staring at a rectangle.
The all-knowing rectangle,
capable of nothing on its own.
The 3rd hemisphere of my brain.
Devoted to keeping me entertained,
when I should be reflecting.
Devoted to keeping me reflecting,
when I should be learning.
Devoted to keeping me addicted,
when I should be living.