Alexander J.

Perspective Poem

I am google

I wonder why everyone uses me

I hear people typing

I see words popping up

I want to search it up, but there is no response

I am sad

I pretend to shut down

I feel Ok

I touch the computer screen

I understand why so many people use me to search up stuff

I say to myself “This is what you were made for!”

I dream of becoming a living thing one day