our digitized selves

We’re digital metaphors in the world we created
It’s a place where nothing is real or concrete
We move about here in our virtual city
With virtual shoes on our virtual feet

We own virtual stuff and knick-knacks galore
That we keep in a place neither real nor surreal
Neatly arranged and put onto shelves
Composed of electrons, which certainly are real


And once we have died what becomes of this stuff
That when we were living made our lives so complete?
It really goes nowhere, your digital estate
They simply push down the key labeled “DELETE”