I don’t remember when the thought occurred

It’s been so long my recollections blurred.

One thing I know is when the idea first began

I was then a much, much younger man

I sat down at the new computer I had bought

To record my freshly developed thought

But I was told I could not log in

Because updates were about to begin

In five minutes, I could do my thing

So, I sat back and waited for the ding

To signal me the updates were through

There was nothing else that I could do

Anyway, five minutes would go by fast

That was what I thought back in the past

I waited faithfully at my computer’s side

But years have passed since the damn thing lied

And now my unproductive years I can’t redeem

Wasted opportunities lost behind my update screen

The profound thought I wished to write down

Became accumulated years waiting on a sound

A sound that my missing ears will never hear

They have long decayed with flesh and blood I fear

Time has reduced me to nothing more than bone and dust

But that infernal machine hasn’t even begun to rust

And that five-minute update just goes on and on

But that thought that I had has long been gone.