This is a short poem called disconnected. This is the first poem I'm dropping that can be collected as a cast.

Thanks for your support. 

Disconnected 

Unable to disconnect 
Is this the effect
Of a web 3 world?
On holiday 
But not away entirely 
Not free
From the twenty four hour grind
Restless mind
Screen time
Locked in human kind
But nah.
Sweeping floors is betting than sweeping floors
Starry skies are better than on chain ties
Casting a reel is better than casting for real.
Even if I can't disconnect for real.
Not yet anyway. 
I guess that just takes practice.