The noise is nearly gone, I’ll be out before too long
Of its hold
It’s hard to pin it down, it makes the world go round
But I’m getting old
I’m never going back, I can’t keep losing track
Of my questions
Its tentacles are long, I have to stay strong
To stay me
The bars are fading fast, I’m down to the last
Almost free
No calls or texts or chats, or failing Youtube stats
I can breathe
I’ll never have to wait, for software updates
But I’ll miss them
The cancer’s laid its eggs, it’s far too late to beg
For no service