A dull Saturday like any other

The clicks of a mouse and keyboard

In a slight harmony, together

As the screen lights up in flashy colors

Entangled by the internet

He communicates with strangers

And loudly laughs together

With his friends through a mic

As time ticks down faster than usual and

Eyelids get heavy from continuous hours

He calls it a night and lays down in bed

But something about the boy looking at the ceiling

Reflects, almost a perfect imitation 

Of a flat screen displaying nothing at all

As he sits there, pondering thoughts in his head

The LEDs installed in the room flashing bright lights

Begins to die down

Disappearing into the darkness of the night

Just like a screen turning off

He drifts slowly to sleep

To repeat the days, again

And again.