Elation

Nieto/Ochoa

Hooked up into the network
May seem as lobotomy,
Free wares without restrictions
A perfect anarchy

Some say is simulation,
They say I’ll never be me

My real life is clogged in rules
That limit my imagination,
My feelings of Elation.

Some say its masturbation,
They must ignore what it means

One password and then a screen
Into an infinite diversion,
Away from complications
An ocean of Elation

A powerful technology,
The numbness of your mind
Experience life by typing keys
Away from social rites

I get immediate response
I surf around the globe
The web is my Elation