This is a strange age marked by rapid change.
In many ways, this is a quick fix age
That regularly messes with the fabric
Of time via technological tricks.
Yet this is an age that doesn't seem to
Count its blessings. Everything is so new,
But somehow deeply lost in hazy dreams.
It just basks in artificial sunbeams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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