DC

We live such AC lives. We alternate
Between activities so rapidly
You cannot see for blur, as if we'd hate
To give all our attention. It would be
A wonder to see one of us an hour
At the same task, or even stop to think
Of what we ought to do. It's in our power
To go go go, and so we do, and sink
Into a rhythm that excludes what was,
In older days, not simpler but low-tech,
A common state, in which one simply does
One thing at once. Our minds become a wreck,
And we're distracted ever. Oh, to let
Life simply be...oh, hey there, Internet...