Information Age Sonnet

I find comfort in computers humming Their gentle whispers guiding me through thought A world of minds, their voices softly strumming In lines of code and wisdom deeply wrought

Each glowing screen, a window to the vast A library of dreams both bright and bold The present speaks, the voices of the past Their stories, truths and mysteries unfold

No walls confine the knowledge I may seek No gate can bar the art that I embrace Through circuits, human brilliance learns to speak And time itself dissolves in boundless space

Thus I sit, connected yet alone Humanity's wisdom propping up my throne