I can be an old computer
that doesn’t wreck songs by featuring new versions.
electricty still runs through me,
i am still more alive than the next,
but i have something else -
bits of melted plastic
and ink,smudged and desperately wiped,
dirty keyboards,overused to some eyes
but never to mine.
I am still of use,
to many and to myself.
I am what i have always wanted to be.