We are living in the Internet age,
Our mobile phones, the Internet, and connection,
We crave the speed of it, yet we feel agitation,
Searching for a place we can call our own.
We seek our original hometown,
Where can we find it in this world of high speed?
Our minds grow restless, our bodies itch,
We so desperately search for a foothold to keep.
We are forever in the Internet age,
A place of distraction and disconnection,
Our minds race faster than our want to,
We search for a place of peace and protection.
We need to find a way to slow down,
To return to our original hometown,
Where we can make connections that matter,
And find a foothold of comfort and sound.
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We are living in the Internet age,
Our mobile phones, the Internet, and connection,
We crave the speed of it, yet we feel agitation,
Searching for a place we can call our own.
We seek our original hometown,
Where can we find it in this world of high speed?
Our minds grow restless, our bodies itch,
We so desperately search for a foothold to keep.
We are forever in the Internet age,
A place of distraction and disconnection,
Our minds race faster than our want to,
We search for a place of peace and protection.
We need to find a way to slow down,
To return to our original hometown,
Where we can make connections that matter,
And find a foothold of comfort and sound.
oil paints
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