No Longer.

He remembered the days being out on his own,
talking for hours on his cell phone.

He had travelled to places he’d never forget,
without leaving the house, it’s all on the net.

All the awards, surprises, and shocks,
so easily attained on his X-Box.

He had surpassed the drama that infects the soul,
completely in distance of remote control.

He had argued the news and political deceit,
from random people he had met on the street.

There was work and marriage and kids of course.
Same old, same old, and then the divorce.

He came up with a story, intensely compelling,
just never begun to write anything.

So many ideas hatched out of his prime,
it’s really too bad he no longer has time.

- Dane C. Eiteneier 2008