Paying for information
Seems antiquated and it’s not even outlawed yet
The soup of my mind
Thoughts swimming
Collected by the brain I grew and managed
Stored and retrieved by processes I hardly control
What’s yours is now mine
And mine, yours
We’re becoming more connected
That’s obvious
My eggs live outside my body now
And my life grows in other beings
And soon you will know my thoughts
Before I have a chance to rearrange them on the internet
Then it will be so many more words
Than Facebook or Twitter could hold
We might as well give up
And start listening for frequencies
We’ll be one big buzz
Without the joy and drama
Of imperfect communication
An “Uh-Oh-Om”
When we all come together