The Things I Like

I like to listen to old musical tracks When lost, and alone, in new environments. I like to open my windows and allow Wondrous winds to whisper their secrets to me. I like to feel my heart beating, and sense blood Flow through my veins; to remind myself, that I Still exist, in a shrinking world of spectres And shadows. I often like to take long walks When it is pouring with rain, because it seems To purify and revitalise me. And I like to observe Nature's vibrant colours That transmogrify from season to season. I'm still inspired by the fresh scent of flowers In spring. Odourless, plastic ways get me down. I still like the feel of a pen in my hand Because it keeps me grounded. Why should I take The trouble to familiarise myself With touchscreens? It seems they only distance us From each other, and life's essence; until we Become paralysed by modern circumstance.