You’re home page lay across the screen,
typing at 90 words per minute,
you have thousands of pages to visit.
You browse along the lines
of what interests you most,
and come upon a page that you favor.
You explore, what lies inside.
You find it of your liking,
and dig deeper beyond, until you’ve reached no more.
You enter a short sentence into the Web Browser,
and all of a sudden, this world opens up,
so much bigger than our own.
Thousands of pages to browse through,
thousands of pages to scroll.
You make your way through the pages,
cutting through the number in the top right corner.
But heaven knows, you can’t view them all,
just roughly a sixteenth of that number.
You click on a small red circle, with an X in between,
and the world that opened up, is now closed.
This is what becomes of a child, `
with a reason to explore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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