Things that we fear and things we wear
Like leaves on a tree, news is free
Open to the rain yet fearful of ruins

We catch a fever and cry like never before
Posting every secluded entries
Yet we say we have private lives.

Like Pandora’s box like this net
The Onus-Probandi of business deals
Is so ill on the internet.

We take to the cloud sounds so loud
As the moon lits we search for light
This is the life of millennial

Social decorum died in this forum
Now with figurines someone I have seen
And never met; lives on the internet.

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