by Andrew Hill
April 3, 2012
I sit inside without a thing to do
I might as well enjoy the ebbing time
An addict, my reality, is true
Turn on the game machine then hear it chime.
Why would one’s mind become stuck in a shaft?
Your life is all contained within that game
Admit it, all you do is play Minecraft
Why not outside, it is almost the same.
Just try to ditch that game and take a hike
Out of the so faux world, connect yourself
All one must do is go and ride a bike
Down with the game machine, up to the shelf
Why would one stare in trance upon a screen?
The world is full of nature and sweet green.