I Have Become An Internet Mind

I grow impatient with myself I can no longer write long works I must move and finish fast So that I can jump to the next thing I have the mind in my work Of a person on the Internet I click from one work to another I am always searching for something else I have lost my patience I have lost my ability to truly sit and work I have become a creature of my Age My mind is an endless racing for something else An eager greedy lustful hurrying to consume or make The next item I am reduced to something very small And soon this little poem too will be gone.