Keystrokes

The computer stares back
Cursor blinking
Waiting for more input
Always ready
Eyes tire of this monotony
Keystrokes
With occasional interruptions
Of ringing phones
Or visits
For signatures
Or information
To add back in
The computer
Has the world come to this
And if so
Won't the computers know everything
When one is created
That is self-aware
We know paper can't think
Maybe it's time
We take a step back
To remember how we existed
Before the technology
That slowly kills us