They will never know why I look so blue,
even as others happily welcome the afternoon.
Why at the allotted time I refuse to celebrate the chance to consume
—clicking, scrolling, nibbling, all while I starve.
I receive sustenance from pinning
open fields, large shade-bearing trees.
I even crave the chance to dodge bees.
Oh! How their sting would make feel alive!
Remind me that a fire still flickers deep inside.
I would leave this place, abandon everything that it’s ever offered me;
sacrifice comfort; give up the finest delicacies;
if I could have a chance to be like those bees
and feel, at all times, one hundred percent me.