Trapped in cyberspace, where ideas are plentiful
More numerous than the fish in the sea
Each has a voice, a platform, a goal
All of them much louder than me
In many ways the world inside a computer
Is larger than the one outside
Though I work hard and persistently harder
I find myself falling by the wayside
So many people have more interesting things to say
Where do I fit in? How can I compete?
This was never a game I wanted to play
But to unplug now would be admitting defeat
“Follow others” “Be yourself” “Write what you know”
I do this week after week after week
Is there another secret? Everyone says, “No!
Do that and be patient; you’ll have what you seek.”
So I write and post and read and comment
All the while watching the number of views
Smiling despite the inner voice, crying out in lament
How long can I keep this up before I lose
Hope of ever making my mark?
Lost in the cacophony, am I alone?