WINDOWS 2009..a computer addict.

Where is -
my world of dreams?
T'was a kite,
flying higher and higher bold
Beyond the horizon.
'Sit controlled ?
by the mere press of a button.
Come- my floating butterflies
But alas, you are morphed!
And my rays of hope scanned...gray,
in a printout
which as time passes, fades away.

I wait for the postman....
But how can I-
when I know
The joy of waiting's
come to an end.
I reach letters, before they reach me .
But why News, are you not new to see?
You are not warm enough to be taken
with my cup of Morning tea.
You fail to see, like I do,
my colorful moving pictures anew
with picnic-like fun.
But how can I ?
When they are jammed so
in a small window.
PageUp, Page Down, Enter
Graphics blue, Windows green, toned red...
Even the colorful pages have vanished!
NoWhere-shall I place,
my peacock feather?

Alas-I was to control you
But mastered me, you have.
How can I
look deep into your eyes
Insight-
Or look outwards,
in the same direction.
My body was my mind's
and now .......Tis jailed.
Where is-
my world of dreams?