08/18/2026
Lonely Fingertips
A different time
A different place
It was a magical time of feeling
Not somewhere commonplace
I pray you can remember the warmth
Replaced by a steelly, sterile internet so cold
That coldness is all the youth of today now know
Like hearing a wicked witch's winters screeching scold
So long my warm sweet friends
I'm going to miss you oh so much
The further we get detrached into the tundra
All I really want is a human touch
Can Ai provide that sensation
We know the internet cannot
We're becomig an obsolete society
Where human feelings are forgot
I'm ot a fan of this new existence
Miss the touch of yesteryear
I pray mankind stays connected
Instead of my tears turnning into fear
08/18/2026 J A Auld