Fourteen hundred white geometric shapes,
Stored inside along with the digital tapes,
Ideas and works of brilliant minds,
All of different various kinds,
A complex case to hold simplistic views,
Decorated with varying patterns of varying hues,
Just a box but it’s so much more,
Do more than you’ve ever done before,
Fingers dance away making it click,
Making their progress so unbelievably quick,
No one knows what lies inside,
Just like their users who seem to hide,
Camouflage into one so they’re all the same,
It’s no ones fault their all to blame,
Oblivious to their emptiness it is quite sad,
To know they’ll never know what they could have had.
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