Ping, Buzz, Repeat: A Poetic Take on Digital Overload
Ode to the Digital Drip
Oh, digital world, you lure and you cling,
With buzzes and beeps, the incessant ping.
A quick little "ding!" from a text or a mail,
Each tiny alert sets my calmness to sail.
Notifications pile up like a mountain high,
Each red dot a whisper, a reason to try
To peek at the screen, just one little glance—
But I’m swept in the current, lost in a trance.
The workload’s a treadmill, never quite done,
Deadlines and due dates, no time for the sun.
And when I seek solace, a break or a breath,
I scroll through the feed—where envy’s a threat.
Boredom sets in; I feel that itch,
An inner voice nudging, a sneaky twitch.
Without second thought, I reach for my phone,
In this digital age, am I ever alone?
Oh, micro-stress masters, you nibble away,
Minute by minute, hour by day.
But here I stand, ready to fight—
I’ll unplug to reclaim my peace and my night.
So here's to the freedom from the endless ping,
To moments of quiet, and the joy they bring.
One screen-free breath, a step toward the best—
Life beyond pixels, in true micro-less rest. 🌱✨
