I can be an old computer
that doesn’t wreck songs by featuring new versions.
You see
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.
a vision,
a reality,
never ending.
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