The Comfortable Web

In a digital abyss, we often dive

where pixels sway, real emotions hide.

The weight of sadness, like gravity's pull.

It's tempting to sink, to let it fully rule.

With every scroll, the melancholy grows,

A feed of despair, where the darkness shows.

Yet in that void, a strange comfort we find,

As if chains of sorrow, our hearts do bind.

Creativity and passion do thrive,

But only for those who try.

The real shall pry, as the rest will cry

Curiosity is key, as long as the cat doesn’t die.

Knowledge blooms, as we all gloom,

In a shadowed room, thoughts are consumed.

Doomed are the clickers, or that is what’s said,

But who are we, except bugs that are webbed.